Richard stared at the sleek, alien-born jet before him—crafted from black composite curves, powered by gravitational manipulation and plasma propulsion. It was futuristic, silent… and far too advanced to have originated from any publicly known program.
He narrowed his eyes. "Lina," he said. "Where did you get this? I don't remember authorizing development this deep. These technologies—they're not from any open military file."
[Correct, sir.]
Her voice came through the speakers as drones hovered gently overhead, their chassis reflecting the soft internal glow of the hangar.
[This aircraft is based on schematics and theoretical notes from a declassified extension of Project Bluebook. Contrary to public belief, the Roswell Incident was real.]
Jack, now climbing into the cockpit with boyish awe, paused to look back at Richard.
