he'd gone to stephenville high.over there visiting regina. >> and he began to ask her questions and express an interest. >> one night i was over at regina's, and scott and i had already been heavy flirting. and he reached over and kissed me. and we started having sex, and i was a teenager, and i just wanted to have fun. i'd go out partying with my friends, come home, and meet up with scott. >> but, shannon says 20-year-old scott grew increasingly testy and aggressive. >> he became very controlling. he wanted to know exactly who i was with, where we were going, how long we're going to stay there. any time that he and i would have intercourse, it was always by water. it was always in the bathroom. >> one night, shannon recalls, scott demanded sex, and she said no. >> and in shannon's telling, "no, stop," suddenly dr. jekyll turned into mr. hyde. >> and he pulled out a knife, and he held the knife to my throat, and he raped me. >> after the assault, shannon and her mother go to the police, but hatley is never charged.

he zeroed in on this event in stephenville, texas, in 2008.eporting seeing something in the sky, bright lights, weird movements. he interviewed them. he also, guys, requested faa radar data that would no longer be available today, and put the pieces together on, first of all, whether or not there was actually something in the sky, and then reports from people on the ground that say saw f-16 fighter jets. he looked at what was on the radar, did some calculations, and here's a glimpse into what he found. >> initially, the government said there were no f-16s in the air. however, i knew there were because i got the radar data from the faa, and i can track the f-16s. the acceleration, to go from standing still to 1900 miles an hour in 10 seconds or less, depending on how you calculate it, is anywhere from 10 to 20 g forces. the only way we can do that is by firing a missile. >> there is no aircraft, humanmade aircraft, that can accelerate at 10g? >> no. not with a human being in it. >> straight line acceleration, according to mr. powell, for a figh