The overhead speakers blared out warningly announcing our imminent docking and for everyone to return to their seats. The old man who'd gotten quite agitated with the explanation of his thoughts turned to go.
Stepping forward I gripped his arm. His aged eyes turned to me and keeping my voice low I asked, "Just what do you think is going on? What do you mean about preservation of the world's elite?"
A deep well of bitter sadness seemed to open up within the man, but his words came forth with a fierceness to them, "Ask yourself if this was nothing but an exploratory mission then why so many soldiers? They outnumber us better than 30 to 1."
My eyes widened and looking around I asked, "Where?"
"There have been five trains before us today. I heard some of the staff talking. They just finished this track two days ago and ever since then it has been in constant action."
There was a hard shuddering that threatened to shake us off our feet as the train began to slow down. We had but moments before it would be stopped and I might not get the opportunity to talk to this man again. He seemed to sense that as well and hurriedly he said, "In early 1945 the Germans began shipping out all of their finest scientists from Europe to a secret base they had set up in Antarctica. A secret base that mind you your Adm. Byrd was unable to conquer with an entire Navy carrier task force several years after World War II was officially over. Germany knew they couldn't win the war in Europe so they went deep and solidified their position. I think what you're seeing here is the announcement of some global catastrophe or war on the surface that the global elite think they can't win so they're going deep in order to set up a base of operations by which to ensure a continuity of global governance after the ashes on the surface settle!"
People were leaving their seats and reluctantly I let go of the old man. Before he was pushed along by the crowd he called back, "Mark by words that we aren't on the right side of this equation! Such an equation calls for an unseen integer to reset the equation to zero. New math isn't always good math."
I lost sight of the man. Was he saying that we should be in active sabotage of this mission?
It would seem so. If so, then why hadn't God told me so from the start?
"God, what is going on?"
There was no answer and as the last of the herd swept past me I dodged quickly back up through the cars to sling my backpack on. I hastily started back the way I had come.