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Do we live in a dystopian world?

That is the question currently being pondered by scholars the world over.

Most of us imagine a dystopian world seen through the eyes of fictional writers such as critically acclaimed author Suzanne Collins, whose popular Hunger Games series became a massive box office hit.

Other dystopian novels are considered as predictions or even warnings the human race is stumbling towards a dystopian future.

In 1932 Aldous Huxley penned Brave New World, a dark tale about a dystopian future where mind-numbing drugs are used to control the population.

In 2016 there were 64.7 million prescriptions released for antidepressants in the UK alone. This is a 108.5% increase on the 31 million antidepressants dispensed 10 years earlier. That is almost one prescription for every man woman and child in the United Kingdom. Are we now living in the Brave New World Huxley predicted in 1932?

Anyone who has read dystopian fiction will be familiar with George Orwell’s masterpiece Nineteen Eighty Four. Academics have argued many of Orwell’s predictions are already a reality. Mass surveillance is now common practice in the UK. According to the British Security Industry Association, there are an estimated 4 – 6 million-security cameras in operation throughout the UK. They are in our shops, in our hospitals, schools and town centres. Hundreds of thousands of traffic cameras keep an eye on our road networks.

For the security services that claim to keep us safe from all kinds of threats CCTV surveillance isn’t enough. In 2013 Edward Snowden sent shockwaves around the world when he released highly classified information relating to the National Security Agency.

Leaked documents published in the Guardian Newspaper revealed that several security agencies including GCHQ were quietly snooping on millions in the UK using an NSA developed program called Prism.

Science fiction Author Philip K Dick has also made a number of predictions. Tech companies are racing to build the world’s first android. In 2017 Saudi Arabia granted citizenship to Sophia, a human looking android created by Hansen Robotics.

Artificial Intelligence is being developed at an alarming rate by tech companies around the world. Many academics have forecast AI will take many jobs in the future. Our transport system will be transformed within 20 years. Driverless vehicles are being rolled out across the world. Driverless cars, lorries, buses and trains could well be a common sight in our towns and cities. In China recently the first drone air taxi was successfully tested. Is it a possibility one day we may see pilotless planes in our skies?

Meanwhile in the skies above the Middle East, hunter killer drones similar to those portrayed in James Cameron’s Terminator series patrol the skies. Hunting targets which they destroy with ruthless efficiency. Skynet style satellites orbit our planet. Silently keeping watch on the population below.

Civil unrest dominating our news networks. People crying out for change. Catalonia’s referendum to break away from Madrid. Britain’s exit from the European Union. These are all signs, the people are rebelling.

The media forever distracting the population with irrelevant news stories as well as bombarding us with advertisements. While social media sites like Facebook and Twitter have hundreds of millions addicted to their newsfeeds.

Foreign powers manipulating political systems and interfering in government elections in a propaganda cold war.

The Dystopian future of tomorrow is already happening today.

Codename Angel - Prologue

Codename Angel

Jason Chapman

 

Book 1: The Angel Chronicles

© Jason Chapman 2012 – 2021

7th Edition

 

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Please note, this book has been written in UK English. US English and UK English differ slightly.

 

I have taken every care to produce a quality item. As an independent author, it is hard to find people who will edit for a fair price. Most editors and proof-readers cost thousands of pounds. Way beyond the budget of most struggling indie authors. As a result, independent authors are often criticised for producing sloppy work. Packed with mistakes and a poor use of grammar. It can be an uphill struggle against reviewers who ignore the storylines and concentrate on missing full stops or speech marks. I am constantly updating my books, reading through them. Making sure you the reader enjoy the stories I write.

There are many indie authors who work hard to perfect their craft. Producing exciting stories for an ever-hungry reading public. It comes down to two choices. Chase the dream, or give up because you simply can’t afford it.

 

Prologue

 

Ripley – North Yorkshire – 10:56pm

Friday 27^th June 1952

The crystal clear night sky shimmered overhead.

The car drove slowly along the deserted country road.

Brian Jones glanced up and marvelled at the stars that filled the sky. The surrounding landscape consisted of gentle slopes that gave an impressive view of the Milky Way from horizon to horizon. Jones hummed to the voice of Vera Lynn drifting out of the radio.

He had received a telephone call from his mother in Knaresborough who had sounded very distressed. Jones' father, a World War One veteran had taken a bad fall down the stairs and had not been able to get up. Unable to leave his heavily pregnant wife Jones had no choice but to wake her and bring her along.

Edith Jones was in no mood for Vera Lynn. She reached forward and turned the radio control knob until it clicked off. ‘This is the fourth time in less than two weeks your mother has asked for help. I’m getting fed up Brian. Why can’t Mr Quince next door deal with it?’

Jones reached forward and turned the radio back on. ‘Do you mind I was listening to that.’ He stared at the road ahead. ‘Sweetheart, you know how mum is. She won’t knock on his door this time of night.’

‘So instead she decides to pull us out of bloody bed.’ Edith looked down and gently massaged her stomach. ‘She does know I’m due to give birth in just over two weeks, doesn’t she?’

‘Don’t be like this Edith. You know how dad is with his injury.’

‘Too bloody right I do. I seem to remember Doctor Jordon telling him to use the spare room downstairs instead of risking another fall. Plus, you’ve been going on about converting it into a bedroom for ages.’

‘I promise I will sort that room out this weekend so mum and dad can use it as a downstairs bedroom.’ Jones’ offered.

‘When this baby is born Brian, we will have to move to Leeds. Dad promised you a job as clerk at the factory.’

‘Don’t keep going on about that, you know I’m happy where I am. Mr Adams needs me and Sir Ingles has promised to give me a wage increase. This time next year I’ll be earning ten shillings a week.’

‘I don’t care Brian we have to move for the baby’s sake. We can’t live in the middle of nowhere forever.’

‘But what about mum and dad? I can’t just abandon them.’

‘For god’s sake Brian we’re not moving to the other side of the world.' Edith rolled her eyes. 'It’s only twenty miles away. We’ll take the baby up there every other weekend.’

A car approached on the opposite side of the road. Jones squinted at the headlights as it sped by. ‘Listen, I know I promised you we’d move. I’ll speak with Mr Adams tomorrow but I know he will try and convince me to stay.’

‘I just said I don’t care Brian. Besides it’s more money at the factory than what Sir Ingles has offered. We’ll be able to put a deposit on that house.’

‘Courtesy of your dad.’ Jones mocked. ‘We’ll end up owing him for the rest of our lives.’

Edith glared at her husband unimpressed by his tone. ‘No we won’t, dad says we can repay him slowly.’

The car radio started to crackle replacing Vera Lynn with static.

Jones reached forward to tune in the radio station.

A long stretch of road lay ahead, climbing a gentle slope ending in a bend at the top of a hill.

‘It’ll be so much better for the baby, and they have some modern shops now in Leeds. We can go shopping every Saturday.’ Edith sounded excited at the prospect of moving to a bustling city. ‘Within three years you could be earning double what you’re being paid now. And you know there’s a job for life at the steelworks. Those types of places will never shut down. You said last week Mr Adams is retiring next year. So there’s no point in keeping you on.’

Jones ignored his wife and kept turning the dial on the radio but the static grew louder. ‘Bloody radio I was enjoying that music.’

All of a sudden the car headlights blinked out. The road ahead became pitch black.

Jones pushed the brake pedal and the car came to a gentle halt. The engine spluttered and then died. ‘I don’t bloody believe this!’ He shouted clenching his fist and hitting the steering wheel.

‘I thought Frank gave this car a service last week.’ Edith complained.

‘He did.’ Jones seethed. ‘I gave him two bloody shillings.’ He turned the key in the ignition but nothing happened. ‘You wait till I see him tomorrow.’ He tried the ignition again but still the car wouldn’t start.

‘Well we can’t sit here all night long.’ Edith pointed out.

Jones produced a box of matches and got out of the car.

Edith looked out of the window into the star filled sky.

A shooting star streaked across the heavens.

‘It’s a shame there’s no moon or I’d consider walking, it’s quite warm.’

‘I don’t think so, not in your condition.’ Jones remarked striking a match across the box.

Although there was no breeze the flame from the match emitted almost no light.

Jones stepped back. ‘I can’t find the problem. It’s like the car has died.’ He glanced up the road considering Edith’s suggestion.

A bright light appeared around the bend at the top of the hill.

‘It’s ok love there’s another car coming. They’ll be able to take you to mum and dads.’ Jones stepped out into the middle of the road waving his arms in the air.

The light kept coming and showed no sign of stopping. Jones also noted it was moving fast, perhaps a little too fast for a car.

The light showed no sign it had seen Jones who moved to the side of the road. The light then started to grow in size becoming more intense.

‘Brian, get in the car!’ Edith called out glaring at the oncoming light.

Jones put his hand over his eyes to block out some of the glare of the approaching light. ‘Just a second sweetheart.’

‘Brian come on!’ Edith called out again with more urgency. A familiar fear she was unable to explain began to grow from within.

The light was now a few dozen yards away. It lifted off the road before starting to slow.

‘Brian please get back in the car, I’m scared!’ Edith’s fear peaked as she stared at the approaching object.

The object was now twice the width of the country road. It moved slowly over the car bathing a wide area in a soft blue light.

Jones stood rooted to the spot looking upwards at the intense light.

A low-pitched humming noise filled the air.

Jones could sense the hairs on his arms tingling from a static discharge.

‘Brian please!’ Edith started to cry. ‘Get in the car!’

There was a sudden intense flash of brilliant white light and then instantaneously the road plunged into blackness again.

Jones rubbed his eyes.

The car engine suddenly jumped back to life. The headlights came back on. The static on the radio cleared and Vera Lynn played.

Jones took several seconds to process what he had just witnessed before running back to the car and getting in. ‘Did you see that love. It was bloody amazing.’

The passenger seat was now empty.

Jones climbed back out of the car. ‘Edith sweetheart stop mucking around.’ He walked to the front of the car and peered down the road. ‘Edith, where are you? Look I’m sorry ok.’ Jones looked up into the clear sky.

A tiny point of light moved across the star filled heavens then in an instant it accelerated away.

Jones screamed at the top of his voice. ‘Edith!’

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Downing Street – London – 11:28am

Monday 28^th July 1952

Professor Ralph Frederick adjusted his bow tie as he waited patiently outside the Prime Minister’s office. He waved his hand through his short brown hair. His wife Elizabeth had gone out of her way to make sure he looked his best that morning.

‘It’s not every day you get to meet with the Prime Minister Ralph. You have to put on a show here.’ She tugged on his tie.

‘Careful Liz darling, I need to be able to breathe when I meet with him.’

‘I wonder what he wants to speak to you about? Perhaps you’re in line for the top job at the Royal Society.’ Elizabeth said excitedly.

‘Norman already has that job remember love. Besides you act as if this were the first time I have met with Mr Churchill. I was on his scientific advisory council during the war.’ He winked at her playfully.

‘Yes I remember, the result being our marriage.’ Elizabeth finished his bow and kissed her husband on the tip of his nose. ‘Say hello for me and Susan please.’

Fresh out of Cambridge, Frederick was handpicked to work at Bletchley Park. He had demonstrated a remarkable gift for being able to understand complex mathematics and coded sequences. As the German army began its relentless march across Europe Frederick was assigned to a government scientific advisory team. When the Enigma Machine was captured Frederick and Alan Turing had played a key part in breaking the Nazi device which had blighted British shipping.

In July 1940 while on official business to the War Office, Frederick encountered Elizabeth Greenwood. One of the Prime Minister’s cabinet secretarial staff. After several weeks Frederick plucked up the courage to ask her out to an evening at the cinema. Unfortunately, due to the Third Reich’s merciless bombing, Ralph and Elizabeth spent most of the night in an air raid shelter.

Tragically Frederick’s parents were unable to make it to one of the many shelters set up around London and were killed that night.

They were married in October 1941 but were unable to enjoy a honeymoon due to wartime restrictions. After the war, Frederick surprised his wife with a trip to Paris. Our long-awaited honeymoon as he called it.

The Fredericks lived 38 Miles outside Cambridge on the Norfolk Cambridgeshire border in a village called Emneth. In September 1947 Elizabeth gave birth to a baby girl they named Susan.

In 1949 Frederick returned to Cambridge to work on a gravitational wave theory. He wrote a lengthy paper that went on to earn him a Nobel Prise in physics in 1951.

Frederick was finishing up for the weekend at Cambridge, when an unexpected telegram from London landed on his desk.

 

Office of the Prime Minister.

Winston Churchill.

Requesting an audience with Ralph Frederick. Professor of Astrophysics Cambridge University. Regarding matter of a scientific nature.

Monday 28^th July 11:30am

 

Frederick paused before knocking on the door of the Prime Minister’s office. There was a short pause before a voice beckoned him in.

Winston Churchill was staring at a newspaper as Frederick approached the large reading desk and stood patiently.

The Prime Minister looked up. ‘Sit down please Professor.’

Frederick sat in a chair opposite.

Churchill handed Frederick the newspaper he was reading pointing out an article. ‘What do you make of that?’

Frederick reached into his inside jacket pocket pulling out a pair of turtle shell reading glasses. He peered at the newspaper article. ‘Flying saucer kidnapped my wife.’ Frederick smirked as he read the article. ‘It looks like another silly story about flying saucers sir.’

‘Yes, that’s what I thought.’ The Prime Minister answered abruptly. He put a large cigar to his lips and lit it. He got to his feet and stepped out from behind his desk. ‘Unfortunately, these stories about flying saucers and men from Mars seem to be all the range these days.’

‘Surely Prime Minister you don’t think there’s any truth to these stories. It sounds as if the press have nothing better to do. It’s all a load of codswallop if you ask me.’

‘I don’t know what to think.’ Churchill said taking a drag from his cigar. ‘We have been inundated by these reports in the newspapers. Even our military pilots are reporting strange objects in our airspace.’

‘I’m sure many of these so called flying saucer sightings have a rational explanation.’ Frederick said with confidence.

Churchill pointed at a piece of paper on his desk. ‘I’m sending a memo to Lord Cherwell at the Air Ministry to look into this nonsense. Henry Tizard has had a team working on this flying saucer problem since the summer of nineteen fifty.’

Frederick looked across the desk at the memo.

 

What does all this stuff about flying saucers amount to? What can it mean? What is the truth? Let me have a report at your convenience.

w.c

28^th July 1952

 

‘Well if anyone can get results on this it’s Henry.’ Frederick remarked thoughtfully.

The Prime Minister shook his head. ‘I’m only doing it to quash any public interest on this matter. The sooner people have an answer the better. Stop any more ridiculous stories from being fed to the public. I don’t want them thinking we are not in control of our airspace. Besides, I’m not happy with the progress Tizard and his team have made. They’ve had two years and have yet to produce anything solid. They’ve had some limited communication with the Americans on this matter but the Yanks are keeping tight lipped.’

‘Do you think the Americans could be withholding information?’

Churchill nodded. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised.’

‘If I may Prime Minister. I’m a bit puzzled as to why I have been summoned here today if you already have Henry working on the issue.’

Churchill walked back over to his desk and sat down. ‘I want you to conduct a separate investigation away from the prying eyes of the press. Henry’s group has attracted unwanted attention. I believe there could be a leak.’

‘Then you do think there’s more to this.’

‘The war has been over seven years. Yet as a result of Hitler and his Nazi rabble there have been major advances in technology. Talk of rocket ships into space and cities on the moon are becoming more common. Added to that we are in the midst of this cold war and we have no idea what the Russians are up to. Both America and Russia are building these atomic bombs at an alarming rate. Tensions in Korea are becoming more volatile every day and we are caught smack bang in the middle of it all.’ The Prime Minister shook his head. ‘I don’t like it one bit.’

‘Do you think the Russians or the Americans could be behind some of these flying saucer sightings?’ Frederick suggested.

‘That’s what I want you to find out Ralph. I want to know if it’s either the Soviets or the Yanks.’

‘I will give it my full attention Prime Minister. However, if I may be so bold as to ask. It’s one thing not to trust the Russians. But America, aren’t we their closest ally?’

‘You know what the Americans are like.’ Churchill said with a mocking tone. ‘It’s like you just said, they may be holding out on us. Besides there have been rumours coming out of America since the late forties. They might even have captured one of these so-called flying saucers. I have spoken to President Truman on this matter but he hasn’t been very forthcoming.’ Churchill puffed on his cigar. ‘We need to get started immediately so I am giving you a free rein on this Ralph. I want regular reports on your progress. I want you to use all methods to find out more about these dammed flying saucers. The sooner we get this matter wrapped up the better.’

‘Of course Prime Minister.’

‘You are a Cambridge man are you not?’

‘Yes sir. I studied there and now teach at Trinity College.’

‘Former member of the Cambridge Apostles and now an Angel.’

‘Uh, well.’ Frederick stumbled over his words.

Churchill waved his hand grinning. ‘It’s alright Professor your secret is safe with me. My former private secretary Edward Marsh was a member. He did a little digging around for me the other day. I thought it might be useful if former Apostles made up this group given your code of secrecy.’

‘That is a very good idea sir.’

‘Good, as from now you are to head up the science division of The Angel Committee. I have contacted Malcolm Chambers and said you would meet with him an hour from now. I am confident you will be able to find suitable people for your team.’

‘I will keep you informed at every turning point Prime Minister.’

‘So, how’s Elizabeth and Susan?’ Churchill asked changing the subject.

‘They are very well. Elizabeth sends her regards.’

‘Fine woman you married there Ralph. Proud to have her as a member of staff during the war.’

‘Thank you Prime Minister. If there is nothing else to discuss I will get on with the matter in hand.’

Churchill gave a dismissive nod. ‘Carry on Professor.’

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The Facts behind the story

The Angel Chronicles

The Facts Behind the story

 Codename Angel The Angel Conspiracy and The Angel Prophecy are the first three books in an ongoing series of science fiction novels chronicling over seventy years of UFO encounters and government cover ups.

Set in a fictional world the story features both fictional and historical characters. Although most of the story line is set around a Cambridge Professor other players do interact with the main character including wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

                                                                              

Synopsis for Codename Angel

A mysterious Kidnapping!
A close encounter at an RAF base in the north of England.
Strange objects seen in the skies over Great Britain.
A mysterious stranger with the ability to see the future.
A tense standoff between American and Russian Warships in the North Sea

When Cambridge physicist Professor Ralph Frederick as called to the office of war time Prime Minister Winston Churchill he is given an unusual assignment.

Frederick is tasked with investigating UFO sightings up and down the United Kingdom and told to report back to a top secret group Codename, 'Angel'

Frederick is drawn into a clandestine world of CIA and KGB agents who are desperate to find out what the British Government know about UFOs.

Set in the 1950s Codename Angel is a blend of Cold war intrigue and a government conspiracy that has spand over half a century.

Main Characters.

Professor Ralph Frederick - Cambridge University scientific advisor to the Prime Minister.

Sir Malcolm Chambers - The War office

Air Marshall Ian Morgan - Director of Intelligence Air Ministry, head of the Royal Air Force

Professor Alan Good - Cambridge University

Professor Richard Wilks - Astronomer Royal, The Royal Observatory Greenwich

Sir Morris Stanford - British Intelligence head of MI6

Dr Arthur Lloyd - Oxford University former royal physician.

Sir Harold Bates- former scientific advisor to Lord Chamberlin

Lord Admiral Anthony Berkshire – First Sealord. The Royal Navy

Professor Norman Canning - Bletchley Park

 Research Background.

Although the books are fictional they do have their roots in historical events and documents which have surfaced over the years. It has long been established that the British government has run secret operations regarding UFOs. Former ministry of defence UFO researcher Nick Pope has often come forward and spoken about an on-going cover up on the part of the British government.

 Where it all started.

The idea for the Angel Chronicles was conceived from a memo that Winston Churchill wrote. On the 28^th July 1952. In this memo Churchill stated:

'What does all this stuff about flying saucers amount to? What can it mean? What is the truth? Let me have a report at your convenience.'

(The memo is available at the public records office in the UK)

The memo was written to Lord Cherwell who was one of Churchill’s trusted scientific advisors. Lord Cherwell name was Frederick Alexander Lindemann. The main Character in The Angel series is Ralph Frederick.

Churchill’s memo is believed to have been written shortly after a UFO event occurred in America known as the Washington UFO flap where a number of unidentified targets were picked up over Washington DC in the summer of 1952.

At the time the Americans were running an ongoing investigation into UFOs known as Project Blue Book. On the British side the Government was running a group known as the Flying Saucer Working party. Nothing was known about The Flying Saucer working Party until Dr David Clarke uncovered documents relating to the group while conducting research in the 90s. Since then the Ministry of Defence have released thousands of declassified documents relating to UFOs in the 20^th Century including the famous Rendlesham Forest UFO incident of 1980.

 

 

 UFOs in the 1950s.

Many UFOs sightings occurred in the 1950s. The new Cold War raged between the USA and USSR. Both sides poured billions into developing more powerful atomic bombs. Because of the paranoia that was rife UFOs were very much in the public eye. President Harry Truman himself was known to have given a statement about UFOs.

Because so much secrecy surrounded the Soviet Union very little was known regarding any classified information regarding UFOs. Even today there is still very little information regarding UFOs in Russia.

Here's what a Belgium General had to say about the UFO phenomenon.

An Interview with Former head of the British Ministry of defence concerning UFOs

 The Royal Connection

In 1997 former Royal Equerry and former head of the Royal Air Force Sir Peter Horsley published a book titled Sounds from Another Room. In his book Horsley recounts his time as Royal Equerry to His Highness Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh. Horsley claims that during the 1950s Prince Philip showed an interested in the UFO phenomenon and instructed Horsley to go out an investigate UFO sightings, write reports and submit them back to Buckingham Palace.

Horsley also goes on to claim that in November 1954 he encountered a character known as Mr Janus in Smith Street London. Horsley states that Janus appeared to have the remarkable ability to read his mind. They talked for a few hours about the topic of UFO and mankind’s place in the universe. Many UFO researchers have claimed that Mr Janus was an extraterrestrial who was studying humanity.

Another member of the Royal Household who had a vested interest in UFOs was Lord Luis Mountbatten. He mentioned them in an autobiography, stating that UFOs may have been from Saturn or Jupiter. It’s is the conclusion of this author that both Horsley and Mountbatten may have had contact with famous UFO contactee George Adamski who co-wrote a book with Sir Desmond Leslie who happened to be the second cousin of Winston Churchill.

 The Angel Committee and the Angel Conspiracy blends science fiction and cold war history and feeds off the popular culture which has sprung up around the UFO phenomenon over the last seventy years.

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