Chapter 27

How could I, a sane man, get into Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital? I could just tell all my stories like God appearing to me as a cross of fire and Rosary of fire. Yet, that alone wouldn't get me into the psychiatric hospital. I was starving at that point. I walked to downtown Las Vegas and bought me a order of French fries at the McDonalds in the Plaza Hotel and Casino with the dollar I had. I had scraped enough change from the ground to pay the sales tax on the fries. Of course, I needed a complimentary cup of water to wash it down. Still, how would an intelligent man like me get into Rawson-Neale?

Apparently, this Natasha woman was someone I should definitely meet. The shaggy man said she was supposed to wear my rosary bracelet. The only way you get into a psychiatric hospital if you present a danger to yourself or others. Or you could just plain act crazy

I saw a Las Vegas Metro Police officer walking his beat, and I decided to take a chance. "Officer, I'm Dr. Michael Sanglao with the Department of Defense."

"What can I do for you?" said the police officer, a husky man in a beige police uniform.

"It's urgent that I get a message to the President of the United States. The Russians are plotting to destroy our satellite network. They have operatives here in Las Vegas."

"Why don't you call the president yourself, if you are who you say you are?"

"I don't have any money on me."

"So you're with the Department of Defense, yet you have no money on you, eh?" the police officer rolled his eyes. "What do you do for the Department of Defense?"

"I'm a physicist for the Navy, the Office of Naval Research to be exact," I said.

"Let me see your ID then from the Department of Defense if you're a Navy physicist."

"I lost it in San Diego."

"You're a Department of Defense physicist, yet you have no money and ID. How can I believe you?"

"You have to. The Russians are using an antisatellite weapon I developed to destroy our defense satellite network. We have to act quickly and warn the president."

"Sir, have you been drinking?"

"All I had was water."

"Do you hear voices in your head?"

"Yes, God talks to me."

"Then I know people who can help you." The police officer approached me. "Come with me."