Last night I remembered what BI wanted more information about in relation to the MASSIF CENTRALE…and that was how MARTIN and I escaped…I had regained consiousness…HULBRUSCH had taken CAROLINE off elsewhere…and so we took the ‘back lift’ out of the base - as the French military began to demand to be let in the front…as the lift went up…I froze the doors to the room so that MARK R couldn’t follow us…it was important that he should be arrested…as far as MARTIN and myself were concerned…my first thought was escape, quickly followed by find food and drink, then have a good sleep - that way you will be able to regain memories at a later date…you see, at these CIA LABs you were kept upon a near starvation diet and drugged up for the duration…and so as soon as you were free, you had to do the above or you would go into ‘memory dump’.

Anyway, we came out on the other side of the mountain to the valley, under which the main base and entrance was…we had a pleasant walk down the mountain (I had frozen all doors to that lift as we went up, in the end so that it wasn’t used as an escape route by the rest of them)…and began to approach a village café bordering on the mountain - there were tables out and a man was watching us carefully from one of them…I read him ‘RED ANT - MOSSAD’ and realised that he was a direct threat…although I cannot say that I fully understood why at the time…

GILL has just told me ‘RED ANT - SENTINEL’

This all reminds me of the AMERICAN MCGEE’S ALICE computer game - where ALICE encounters the RED ANTS who are guarding the underground base of the NAZI ‘CENTIPEDE’ with all of its NAZI memorabilia…

RED ANTS tend to sting as far as I know…at any rate, slaves who have been programmed with RED rather than BLACK ANT…I are probably a lot more dangerous…and as MARTIN knew - they were sentinels/look out spies of the base in question.

Anyway, we got down there and MARTIN ‘opened him up’ in terms of making the sign of the cross and tapping…we then asked him for his car keys and told him that he would direct us to the railway station…I didn’t trust him to drive…he was still upon ‘red alert’ and might have tried to kill us all by crashing so I drove whilst MARTIN sat in the back to ponder our next move…he had already called the equivalent of a ‘box number’ for SCARLETT and also ROZ…who had a ‘trace’ on us…so we knew that we would be picked up at some point…all we needed now was a good meal - rather than being detained by the French military/police/detectives who had been alerted by CAROLINE’s call to TODDY and were at the front of the base…I didn’t want to spend hours in a cell/room with no food/water until we had been put through questioning/interrogation etc…

The detectives who had traced the call…I remote-viewed it…3 sets of numbers to punch in before the trace was successful and it had been…then an almost immediate call from MI6 (CAROLINE had put one of their bugs under TODDY’s telephone and they knew that CAROLINE was in severe danger)…who were told that the detectives would have to get ‘clearance’ before they could divulge that information because these were the detectives who knew about the TEMPLAR CASTLE and they wanted to deal with it before BI came on the scene…

Anyway, I was ‘watching’ what was going on in that underground base throughout…funny how once out of the base and above ground…I could ‘see’ everything that was going on below…at the railway station I tranced out and gave CAROLINE the numbers to punch into the keypad in order to unlock the door of the room where MARK R had taken her prisoner…so the military captured him and CAROLINE walked towards the PRINCE OF MONACO who had been very worried about her…

MARTIN and I told the RED ANT where the base was…it was so odd…he had been programmed to kill anybody who ‘acted outside of the program’ which controlled the area and he had ‘sensed’ that we were not following the pattern…and so he had been triggered to kill us, therefore we had to control him telepathically throughout…but he appeared to be sleepwalking…all the RED ANT knew was that he had to find out what was going on at the base…even though he couldn’t remember where it was…we told him the location and a back road around the mountain to approach it the other way…he did so to be stopped by a POLICE block who then took his name and ID…

MARTIN and I then walked past plainclothes police on the station…I was in my fluent French alter and told MARTIN loudly that he was diabetic and that he had to eat immediately…he looked French and I sounded it…the police didn’t bother to stop us, their orders had been to stop foreigners…one of them surmised that MARTIN looked a bit Italian but overall they figured ‘just an ordinary French couple’…they were on the lookout for AMERICANS primarily…English speakers in general…

We entered the restaurant and ordered the plat du jour and the best bottle of French wine that the restaurant owner had…a very good soup and the main course meat was particularly delicious…I told the restaurant owner that even though MARTIN was diabetic (he was in point of fact at dangerously low energy levels and looked a bit ‘wasted‘)…a little bit of what you like, does you good…in relation to the wine - the French were very sympathetic to us, really kind…MARTIN kept quiet throughout but got rather jolly and started laughing…he had already bought the first class tickets to PARIS from a machine with one of his GREEN TOWER cards which he then also used to pay for the meal…

We then slept on the train…to eventually be picked up by SCARLETT’s men on the platform…