Holding the fort, p.1
Holding the Fort, page 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 by Ryan Peek
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Published by Pebbyville Press
First Edition
Book cover and interior design by Damonza
Blackwoods map art by Bogart Strawn
ISBN 978-1-7357060-3-0 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-7357060-4-7 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-7357060-5-4 (ebook)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916127
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In the final analysis, the machines had learned too much from us.
Contents
Map
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Chapter 2: An Evening of Curiosities
Chapter 3: An Opportunity Arises
Chapter 4: Cracking the Code
Chapter 5: Securing the Box
Chapter 6: The Letter
Chapter 7: The Response
Chapter 8: Life at Briggs AFB
Chapter 9: The Rat
Chapter 10: Some Friendly Questions
Chapter 11: Waiting and Worrying
Chapter 12: A Strange Reunion
Chapter 13: Serious Doubts
Chapter 14: Mounting Evidence
Chapter 15: Perilous
Chapter 16: A Plan Foiled
Chapter 17: Warning Tristan
Chapter 18: Curiosity’s Cost
Chapter 19: In Mourning
Chapter 20: Snooping Around
Chapter 21: Finding Andy
Chapter 22: Hiding Andy
Chapter 23: The Zyvantian Message
Chapter 24: A Matter of Trust
Chapter 25: The Search for the Tunnel
Chapter 26: No Choice
Chapter 27: Troubled Visions
Chapter 28: Digging Themselves Deeper
Chapter 29: Late for Dinner
Chapter 30: A Rude Awakening
Chapter 31: Plotting
Chapter 32: Under the Radar
Chapter 33: Misinformation
Chapter 34: A New Fort
Chapter 35: A New Plan
Chapter 36: Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter 37: The World News
Chapter 38: Night Visitors
Chapter 39: A Promise Kept
Chapter 40: The Rescue Mission: Prepping
Chapter 41: The Rescue Mission: Going In
Chapter 42: Getting Out of Dodge
Chapter 43: An Old Friend
Chapter 44: Breaking Through
Chapter 45: Intruders
Chapter 46: The Revelation
Chapter 47: No Time for Goodbye
Chapter 48: On the Road
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Chapter 1
The Meeting
Ethan entered Judy’s Diner a few minutes before two o’clock. The lunch crowd was long gone, and the dinner crowd wouldn’t be due for several hours. He had picked that time for a reason. What he needed to talk about with the rest of Team Blackwoods demanded absolute secrecy.
Ethan took a seat in the far corner of the restaurant and waited. Soon enough, Annika, Caleb, Austin, and Glenn arrived and made their way to the table in the back. Everyone sat down and huddled up. They had just saved Blackwoods, and maybe the entire world, but they somehow felt like outlaws. The things they knew were so Top-Secret, if anyone found out, nothing would ever be the same. Their eyes darted around the room anxiously, looking for anyone, paranoid that someone might overhear them.
“We’re alone,” Ethan said, trying to reassure the group, and himself.
Just then, seemingly out of nowhere, Judy swooped in carrying a tray of ice waters. Everyone flinched in surprise. She began dishing out the glasses of water quickly, like a poker dealer tossing cards. “Sorry to sneak up on you,” she said. “You got my undivided attention. You guys are my only table.”
“No, no…We weren’t s-s-surprised,” Caleb said with a nervous stutter.
“So, what can I get you folks?” Judy asked.
“Just five Cherry Cokes,” Austin said.
“You guys must’ve won your game. Congratulations. Five Cherry Cokes it is.” Then Judy paused and took a closer look at each member of the group. “Hmm…Now you guys don’t normally play together, do you?” she asked with an eyebrow raised curiously.
There was no way in the world Judy could’ve possibly known about the circumstances that’d brought their team together, but, as anxious as they were now, her tone seemed strangely accusing. It was enough to put them on edge.
“Right. This is a new team,” Ethan admitted quickly.
“Yep…New day, new team, new friends,” Caleb sputtered, then put his arms around Glenn and Austin next to him and squeezed them in a hug.
“Well, change is good,” Judy said. “Not fair for the others, though…No team’s ever gonna beat the five of you,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Ethan said, returning her smile. Then his smile evaporated and a more serious look overcame him. “We can’t afford to ever lose again.”
Judy winked playfully. “With soldiers like you guys around, I feel safer already. Be back with those Cherry Cokes.”
Ethan and the others exchanged awkward glances, feeling the irony of the moment. Judy soon came back with the carbonated refreshments. She plopped them down in front of the group.
“You folks wanna run a tab?”
“Sure,” Ethan said. “We might be here a while.”
“No problem, sweetie.”
Just then, a group of Air Force captains in full uniform entered the diner and made their way to a table beside them. One of them caught Ethan’s eye and nodded at him. Ethan nodded back politely, but let out a frustrated sigh as soon it was safe to do so.
“Judy, is the arcade busy?” Ethan asked.
“Nope. Not a soul in there.”
“Great,” Ethan said, then turned to the group. “Feel like video games?” he asked while pointing with his eyes to the captains at the adjacent table.
“Absolutely,” Annika said.
Ethan and the group took their drinks to the back room of the diner that served as a video arcade. The peppy noises of video games in demonstration mode filled the air. They sat at the only table in the room. Finally, they were alone.
“It’s June fourth.” Glenn checked his wristwatch. “We have eight days, three hours, and about forty-five minutes before the fatal error…whatever that is.”
“We have to warn them, the generals at the base,” Annika said with urgency in her voice. “We have to warn them now.”
“No, we have to figure out what the fatal error is first,” Caleb said. “If we warn them now, what good will that do? They don’t know what their error is because it hasn’t happened yet.”
“Yeah, they could make the error all over again,” Austin said. “Only this time it’d be worse. They’d keep us out of the loop. Treat us like kids. Shut down that access elevator to the research facility. They’d give us no chance to ever execute Project Mulligan again.”
“Right. They’d tighten security like a vise,” Glenn agreed.
“So, we don’t warn them?” Annika asked, annoyed.
“Of course we warn them,” Ethan said, reassuring Annika. “But it would help if we knew a few things about what we’re up against first, just in case.”
“Yeah, but how?” Annika asked.
“That Skulley in the fort,” Caleb said with an eager smile.
“No, no, no,” Annika raised her voice. “Playing God with that awful machine can’t be our first choice. You’d be more likely to speed up the fatal error.”
“I could figure it out,” Caleb said. “I wouldn’t do anything until I was sure.”
“Really? How could you possibly be sure about technology from another planet?”
“Computers are computers…And I can figure out computers.”
“So help me, Caleb, I will call the base myself and tell them everything if you go anywhere near that Skulley,” Annika snapped. “There’s gotta be a better way.”
“There is a better way,” Ethan said.
Caleb stared curiously at Ethan. “Like what?”
Ethan took a deep breath and paused for a moment. “We don’t have a basement in our house, at least we’re not supposed to…yet I found a keypad under the thermostat, just like the one in your house, the one that gets you into your sub-basement.”
“Seriously?” Caleb asked in awe. “But I guess that makes sense now, since your dad is a chief engineer like mine.” He paused in thought. “So how does that help us?”
“Your dad told you about his sub-basement office, even gave you the password. My dad didn’t…never even told me his real job at the base.”
“Yeah, but how does that help us now?” Glenn asked.
“Because I know he’s gotta be hiding some pretty important stuff down there.”
Caleb cracked a mischievous smile. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Ethan nodded. “Yeah…You can break that password, right?”
“You bet I can.”
“Well, it’s crazy…but it’s better th an reviving that Skulley,” Annika said.
“Hey, take a look,” Glenn whispered, nodding at the entrance to the arcade room.
It was Zeke and Jeremiah. The brothers nodded, smiled, and uttered a casual, “What’s up, guys?” to the group as they walked past them and made their way to their favorite arcade game.
Everyone stared at the Mitchell brothers in stunned silence. It was a very strange experience for Ethan and the others to be watching them. The brothers were alive thanks to the efforts of the group, but they would never know that. Not that anyone especially craved the credit, but it sure made them feel more isolated from the rest of the town. They desperately wanted to tell Zeke and Jeremiah what had happened, though they knew they couldn’t. Crazy as their story was, the Mitchell brothers would inform their brigadier general father, if for nothing else but a good laugh. But General Mitchell wouldn’t find it funny, and security would be tightened before Ethan and the others could even figure out their next move.
There was no way they could tell them, or anybody, anything. That group of five, it seemed, would be the only ones in the world to know the amazing and frightening truth. It was a lonely feeling. And the video game the Mitchell brothers had decided to play certainly didn’t help matters. It was a stand-up shooting game, where two guns are mounted on a platform facing a video screen. The enemy they were fighting…robots. The irony almost made them sick.
The Mitchell brothers’ taut biceps flexed in their T-shirts as they fired their machine guns at the screen, destroying hordes of oncoming robots. “Get ’em, Zeke!” Jeremiah yelled. “Get the ones on the right!”
“I am!” Zeke shouted back. “You just take care of that left side!”
The blaring sounds of gunfire from the video game filled the room. It also filled the group’s stomachs with an intense uneasiness. It was a visceral reaction to the sounds of combat that soldiers returning home from war experience. It was post-traumatic stress. Everyone’s hands were sweaty, and their throats were tightly worked into knots.
“They’re coming, they’re coming!” Zeke shouted with such intensity it was like he was actually trapped inside the video game. “I’m going down!” he said, firing his weapon madly.
“Me too!” Jeremiah yelled back. “There’s too many of them!”
Annika couldn’t take the tension any longer. She dealt with the mounting stress the best way she knew how: She jumped up from the table and dashed over to the video game.
“Just get out of the way!” Annika shouted in frustration as she nudged Zeke aside and grabbed his gun. “Ethan, get over here!”
Ethan hustled over to the game. “Sorry,” he said to Jeremiah before taking his gun.
The Mitchell brothers were stunned and could only watch as Ethan and Annika began blasting away at the machines on the screen.
“You just let him take your gun?” Zeke asked Jeremiah in surprise.
“Well, you just let her take yours,” Jeremiah snapped back.
The Mitchell brothers’ eyes slowly widened in astonishment as they witnessed Ethan and Annika’s incredible performance. Animated robots were being blown to bits before they could even get close to them. The scout and the sniper’s tactics looked choreographed and expertly planned, though neither spoke a word to the other. It was as if they were reading each other’s minds. A perfect combat unit, the deadliest of duos.
“They’re doing pretty good, though,” Zeke said, cracking a big smile.
“Better than we were,” Jeremiah laughed.
“The trick is to spot them from long distance, pick them off before they get too close,” Annika said. “Look for the light shining off their metal heads, gives ’em away…find those red eyes and put a laser right between them.”
The Mitchell brothers looked confused. “But those robots’ eyes are blue,” Zeke said. “And you’re not shooting a laser gun.”
Annika shook her head, shrugged. “Red, blue. Laser gun, machine gun…whatever.”
After a few more seconds of intense fighting, an automated voice in the video game made the announcement: “Level Cleared.” Ethan and Annika stepped back from the video game and high-fived each other. Then they gave the controls back to Jeremiah and Zeke.
“You two were amazing,” Zeke said, mouth agape in shock.
“That was unreal. You totally saved our lives,” Jeremiah added.
Annika flashed a wry smile. “Oh, yeah…You guys have no idea.”
Ethan shot Annika a warning look. “Thanks for letting us play,” he said humbly. Then he ushered Annika away from the Mitchell brothers and back to their table before she could say anything else.
“Tomorrow, after class,” Ethan said quietly to the others. “Meet at Bravo Fort…No one will bother us there.”
Chapter 2
An Evening of Curiosities
Ethan had barely stuck the fork into his first bite of meat loaf when his mom asked the dreaded question to her husband: “How was your day, honey?” Ethan slowly set his fork down and awaited the reply with the enthusiasm of a dental patient awaiting the drill.
“Pretty good. I’m almost finished fixing the vacuums,” Ethan’s father responded with a smile, though his smile seemed more shifty than sincere to Ethan upon witnessing it this time around.
It was hard for Ethan to sit there and listen to the lies again, even if his dad thought he was doing it for his son’s safety. The last time the fibs flew, it did no good. The fatal error was still committed, and the machines were unleashed. Ethan had a hunch it was going to happen all over again. Annika was right; the generals needed to be warned before it was too late. But Ethan also knew there was a chance they could do everything in their power, warn all the right people as quickly as possible, and still be doomed to repeat the past. If that happened, they had to be ready. They desperately needed to figure out what the fatal error was. Ethan’s appetite vanished completely as he thought about the secret room that lay hidden in his house, and what that room might contain. He laid his fork across the remainder of his meat loaf in surrender.
“I’m not hungry,” Ethan said. “I’m gonna go to my room.”
“Are you feeling okay?” his mom asked.
“Yeah, just a headache.”
“Let us know if you need anything, Ethan,” his father said.
“Sure, Dad,” Ethan responded in a tone that was bordering on sarcastic, though he was trying with everything in his power to hide that feeling.
*
Ethan lay on his bed, deep in thought for the rest of the evening, until he heard his parents’ door close. He gave them a few minutes, so he could be sure they had retired for the night, then he got up and made his way to the computer. He typed in “37-Geminorum” and hit the search button. Ethan scrolled through the results with the same sense of awe he had the first time he’d inquired about it. Thirty-seven Geminorum was a yellow-orange star a lot like our own sun. It was just a tiny bit bigger and brighter but was somewhat older—about a billion years the sun’s elder. It resided in the northwest part of the constellation Gemini and was fifty-six light-years away. That amounted to over three-hundred trillion miles, but in astronomical terms, it was only about a block away. Scientists had speculated about it being a good place to harbor life, and Ethan knew they’d found the proof. He was sure the military had to have recovered those blue energy rods from something alien. And there was no way teleporters and time machines could’ve come from humans in this century or the next.
Ethan pulled up a photograph of the star, magnified greatly, shining majestically, sitting front and center against the deep black backdrop of space. He leaned in toward the computer screen. At that moment, an army of questions hijacked his mind:
What planet are they from? What do they want? What do they look like? How exactly did the military make contact? Was it a crashed spacecraft or a planned meeting? If so, where were the aliens? All I saw was a machine that looked like an alien when I was trapped in that janitor’s closet. Where were the flesh and blood versions, or whatever they’re made of? Or did they evolve beyond flesh and blood? Are they an entire race of machines?
The questions were driving Ethan to madness, especially when he knew his dad probably had the answers to most of them. Not that he figured he’d ever have a chance of getting the truth out of him, but there was a way to get the information that didn’t require a father-son chat. There was an entire room hidden in the house, begging to be explored. The secret goodies it might contain overwhelmed him.
