Then bloodied grey armoured Morgon soldiers emerged from the openings ahead, carrying cumbersome resin containers, Tony’s eyes straining as he realised the contents. Several bloodied still twitching limbs extended above the rims, his heart pounding in dread as he glanced round, realising the rooms ahead may now be vacant. His chest tensed in rising fear as he held the tanned figure below tightly, the sobbing increasing as the Thai teenager sensed the increased heart rate and restraining hand, fingers now running roughly through his hair in fake reassurance…his body beginning to shake.
Gurgled high pitched screams erupted to their right as another victim fell under an operator’s blade, the seventeen year old kicking out as a saw ground through his shoulder, a powerful Morgon jailer immediately snapping the bone back at the knee. The screaming heightened as the blunt saw ground back and forth, blood spurting upwards and across their bodies, the other jailer staring down into the strained and terrified eyes below as he restrained the human further, relishing the pain and deep screams as the youth bucked in excruciating agony before passing out.
The dull clunks and squelches of cleavers could be heard on either side as the small group slowly progressed, the last two vacant rooms before further stairs leading upwards seeming to beckon to them, lights flickering from the openings as Tony slowed in resigned anticipation, an almost panicking French accent from behind, ‘What are you doing…walk past…keep going!’
Tony shrugged, his head turning to stare at the Frenchman, ‘What’s the point? There is no escape…they are our rooms I think…’ Then his eyes widened as he stared beyond the nude male and female couple behind, his eyes straining as he glimpsed the struggling and terrified bodies at the far end of the bloodied corridor, Morgon jailers forcing the teenagers into rooms on either side, his head bowing slightly as he looked up at their own escorts.
The lead Morgon seemed to study him, the black helmeted head lowering to one side briefly before red gleaming eyes illuminated, an armoured hand pointing further beyond the rooms as Tony tensed, the Morgon indicating for them to proceed up the stairs.
The Thai teenager’s head rose as they turned, Tony whispering softly to him, ‘Stay down…we have survived this floor…but what lays beyond maybe worse.’ He sighed slightly in relief, pressing the head to his shoulder and hearing as grunt of relief behind as his foot rose onto the first step, ‘Love is probably all we have now.’
Nearing the top of the steel staircase, Tony felt the cold air suddenly become warmer, his skin tingling with the sensation, his eyes widening as his nose twitched in the heated atmosphere, his steps slowing as he realised the warmth was from cooking, a distinct aroma seeming to engulf them…the smell of cooking meat.
Chapter Nineteen: The Western United States
The Assault on Area 51
The drop ships lowered in altitude, buffeted by the strong cross winds, the Morgon pilots struggling with their controls as the black fighters and bombers swept past on either side, swooping down from higher orbit and forming into attack formation ahead to cover the landing. Vapour and steam trailed in the wake of the numerous dark and grey craft, exterior ice from high in the earth’s atmosphere cracking and whining across the hulls as the camouflaged and black armoured grenadier helmets glanced from side to side warily in the darkened rear holds.
Red eyes flickered in the fighter cockpits as the instrument panels scrolled information, the blast shields that had lowered upon reaching a safe altitude only minutes earlier now deploying once more, a whirring of electrical motors as the steel reinforced alloy rose from the heavy armoured plate on the ships’ angular noses.
The lead Morgon pilots looked ahead as the darkened plate gradually began to rise up their screens, the dust filled terrain beneath reminding them of previous battlefields on distant planets, swirling debris filling the landscape below from intense down drafts as nearly one hundred craft swept forward at high speed. Several red glowing eyes stared at the distant grey buildings, amber holographic displays beginning to project upwards as the blast shields began to obscure light through the smeared reinforced transparent thick resin windows.
Small black upper screens flickered into life, the images portraying low grey angular and camouflaged buildings ahead, several tall watchtowers skirting the large compound with smaller compact defensive bunkers and sandbagged positions lining the two entrance roads, high wire fencing and concrete ditches enclosing the extensive complex. Numerous small figures were running in the magnified displays, the defensive soldiers fleeing towards the main and side entrances as sirens wailed over the secret US government facility. Dust lines rose from several of the outer side roads, jeeps and lorries speeding away towards remote defensive bunkers, engineers desperate to seal and barricade distant secret emergency escape hatches.
Garbled messages swept back and forth from the numerous craft, the pilots and co-pilots nodding in obedience as further instructions for drop and landing positions were established, the engineers and commanders in two rear coordination vessels examining raised flickering images of the target ahead on vibrating and electronically humming holographic command tables.
Information streamed across the display screens in the lower command bunker of Area 51, dull red recessed flashing lights surging in the ceiling of the wide
