Alien Domicile: Escape Area 51

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Eighty miles outside of Las Vegas was the United States’ most secretive military complex. Area 51 had been at the center of conspiracy theories and popular lore for decades. The CIA acknowledged the base’s existence in 2013, but it never confirmed or denied continued operations. Despite this, hundreds of contractors were flown daily from Las Vegas on unmarked 737s to the remote base.

It was a Tuesday. A little after four in the morning. But time didn’t seem to matter as the reverberating hum of shuffling boots sounded against the concrete of an apparently endless subterranean tunnel system. The place was massive. Acres of underground corridors joined large cavernous sections big enough to park commercial airplanes. Tons of concrete and miles of pipe shaped the labyrinthine maze. Decades of oxidization and rust had weathered the walls. Life didn’t seem to flourish here.

The stillness of containment haunted the entire scene as Master Sergeant Ryan Pierce stepped forward. He was the leading man of a small US Air Force security unit. Unlike soldiers on a regular military base, the four members of this motley crew were not in typical Airman battle uniforms “ABU’s”. They were dressed more like civilian contractors — the kind one would expect to see in Iraq or Afghanistan. They wore blue jeans, boots, T-shirts, and tactical vests. They wore no rank and no identification. Secrecy was paramount here, and ambiguity within its ranks was what made places like this work. The only consistency to their attire was their weapons. The soldiers guided their steps carefully and held high-powered assault rifles big enough to take on a tank. These guns were unique, special ordered, and were certainly not something one could get at the local gun shop. They were heavy and miserable to carry.

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