Phantoms Page #3

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I published at Oxford.

Got you kicked off.

They weren't that rude.

No boot to the bottom.

It's a pretty radical theory.

I believed any theory...

published with evidence

became open to discussion.

But I've learned how vicious

the academic community can be.

They're swine. Polite swine,

but swine, nonetheless.

Convincing the world

to consider a new idea...

takes patience, perseverance,

and willingness to fight...

in any media forum one can find.

Which is why a bigtime...

paleobiologist, like yourself,

works here.

No. I need the money.

Come with us.

Whatever for? I merely

exercised my rights to...

National security.

You okay?

Your sister's holding up...

I don't know.

She had a rough time.

Our mother is not exactly...

the best role model.

- How do you mean?

- She drinks.

But I thought bringing Lisa

up here would help.

Help you, or her?

Both of us.

I have this need to...

take charge.

I noticed that.

So...

Harvard...

a few years with the FBI.

What are you doing here?

Yeah.

See...

He had a gun.

He was hiding in a closet.

And the gun turned out to be a toy.

Carrying his picture with you...

Why torture yourself?

He shouldn't be forgotten.

I need an escort.

I'll do it.

Okay, you're all set.

This is so embarrassing.

I'll be right outside.

That was stupid.

Want to see something?

You are so f***ing cute.

My God, he's in there!

There's nobody in there.

Yes, there was.

They couldn't just evaporate.

It's like that bathroom.

No windows, a locked door...

Yes!

- They're here!

- Thank God!

What the hell?

Come on!

Reconnaissance.

Infrared photography.

It's not going to stop.

Get your stuff.

I'll get you out of here.

I am a legal resident

of the United States.

I have the right to an attorney.

If I'm not arrested,

this could be construed...

as kidnapping.

If you people really know

where Elvis is...

we'd like to know.

What?

We've been looking

for him a long time.

Yes, sir.

The King sure is slippery.

You can't stay here alone,

miles from anyplace.

Someone has to be here.

Just go, okay?

- Come on!

- AI right, pop the hood.

You got to be kidding.

Looks like it's been

crushed in a press.

Help me! Somebody! Please!

Please! For God's sake! Help me!

No one's really out there.

It's just trying to bait us.

Like your deputy at the inn.

Let's go back inside.

Gun's won't do it, General.

We're not just about guns.

Why not shoot me dead

right here, right now...

and save trouble?

Do you people hire

only stunt drivers?

We're interested in

"The Ancient Enemy".

Not the tabloid stuff.

The hard science.

History is filled with

mysterious disappearances...

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