Jim Marrs - PSI Spies - Amazon S3

PsiInt: Psychic Intelligence 31He pondered what might lie in store for him with a psychicunit. I’m just an infantry officer, and now I’m literally off tosee the wizard, he thought to himself.The blue Chrysler passed Burba Park, but before reachingthe base hospital, Cole turned off into a dead-end streetwhere two long, low, wooden buildings were nestled in agrove of trees. The buildings appeared deserted.The easternmost building, marked only with the number2560, was an old World War II-era barracks. The other buildingwas marked 2561. They were apparently the only suchstructures still standing. All the others were long gone.Morehouse surveyed the buildings and was not impressed.Paint was peeling off the sides, and the tall metalchimneys obviously had not been used for some time. Walkingup onto a small wooden porch, he noticed the front doorwas green-painted steel with a modern high-security lock.Morehouse laughed to himself. A second-year karate studentcould kick his way through this building with his bare feet, yetthe front door is secured with a high-tech lock, he thought,wondering what secrets the lock protected.He didn’t have long to wonder, as the door was quicklyopened by a short, thickset woman.“Morning, Jeanie,” Cole said cheerfully.Peering around the colonel, the woman studied Morehouse.“And who have you brought with you?”“This is the man I’ve been telling you about,” Cole replied,striding through the doorway.The woman waved Morehouse inside. “Come right in,”she said with a smile that Morehouse could have pictured onthe face of a cat who had just caught a canary.