Twelve newly deployed black craft swept downwards, bursting through the thick cloud cover, the pilots listening to streaming reports of the invasion from their Decimator warship above, the occasional order from the attack run below surging through their headsets as the vessels accelerated further.
Formed into four waves, the differing specialist sections manoeuvred into an almost vertical dive, the low distant reinforced buildings of Area 51 appearing below as the pilots increased speed further, tracers beginning to sweep upwards as black puffs of smoke from automatic anti-air cannon burst before them.
The lead four rear flight technicians adjusted trajectories, the bomber sights edging to target four separate dull grey roof sections, one the reinforced air conditioning systems, another the water purifying bunker, then the outer steel doors and rear underground transit system.
The first four mechanical screams intensified, the black craft sweeping down further as they moved slowly apart, the buildings becoming bigger and gradually filling the forward screens, releasing their ordinance before sweeping off to the south, streams of water vapour and dust behind as the hulls screamed with dramatic atmospheric changes. The spinning three experimental bombs from each vessel landed with guided precision, the eruption of heat and high intensity explosive searing through the heavily reinforced steel and cement outer shell before detonating in the upper structures.
The defending US Marines on the ground floor fell to their knees as the steel walls seemed to shudder and shake violently, dust pouring from the ceiling, the grinding of girders and screeching of metal causing them to look up in horror. The high powered detonations sent sonic shock waves through the rumbling structure, the reinforced defences cracking loudly as the second detonations shook the structures and electrical radiation pulses surged through the exposed damage and entering the underground network.
The soldiers glanced round in alarm as the roof lights surged and shattered, glass crunching under boots as several men lowered in apprehension, the deafening noise of screaming and tearing steel mixed with an intense aroma of burning as aggressive static surged along circuits, the electrics overwhelmed as they shorted and died.
Staff sergeant Louis Estevez’s eyes opened in horror as the screens abruptly flickered and went blank, the lights pulsing before going out, the control centre falling into a deep darkness. Struggling upwards from his seat, he swore in pain as his knee cracked against the desk, several of his colleagues hissing with startled whispers as they tapped forcefully on their keyboards in the encroaching gloom, the operators blinking furiously to accustom their sight.
General Denton rose abruptly to his feet, straining his eyes through the darkness, his voice rising in alarm, ‘Get it all back up…we need eyes and ears and quickly!’
A lighter flickered, two more clicking aflame and casting shadows across the control centre, Louis replying as he gasped, stumbling on the steps as he headed for the room’s contingency store, ‘Some sort of Electromagnetic pulse weapon I think general…they breached the outer defences before it went off!’ He drew a sharp breath as he fell to one knee…we may get an emergency circuit back if we are lucky, there are two isolated generators, but we will need to deploy them.’ Louis scrambled onwards in the dark, the black male controller from desk nine rising after his Puerto Rican boyfriend with a flickering raised Zippo lighter.
In the darkened corridors on the surface, steam and acrid smoke filled the black void passageways, sparks glimmering and spurting from overhead cabling above grating, the marines breaking into emergency wall cabinets for oil lamps and candles. Further rumbles from above indicated the dropping of new charges from the third wave, the troopers’ eyes straining through the dust filled gloom in suspicion as the muffled explosions seemed of far less ferocity. Collectively considering the enemy were targeting elsewhere in the large compound as oil lamps and candles flickered into life, the soldiers continued bringing forward ammunition boxes and strengthening makeshift barricades, an eerie shimmering glow spreading across the walls as the defenders lowered to stare cautiously towards the main entrance, their assault rifles rising nervously.
The last wave of Morgon fighter bombers swept away along the valley leading to the entrance, passing the lowering grey transports as the rear targeting technicians watched black fighters strafe the buildings ahead, the automated defences now disabled after the high intensity electromagnetic blast. Plumes of flame and black smoke spiralled upwards from before and between the battered compound buildings as helicopters, lorries, jeeps and armoured personnel carriers erupted and shattered, several spiralling into the dust filled air from the explosive power. The tall guard towers teetered or shook violently before collapsing downwards as high powered laser blasts smashed through them, several splintering and imploding as stored ammunition erupted.
Reaching the rear of the attack formation, the vessels banked sharply round, pulsing alarms echoing through the cockpits at high terrain warnings on either side, the dark menacing craft turning to commence a bombing run on the main steel entrance. Missiles housings gradually extended downwards from the black angled wings, escalating squeals of mechanics as the engineers stared at flashing targeting crosshairs.
The mechanical sirens screamed as the four craft shot forwards, transports landing on either side in the distance as dust billowed upwards, the black fighters now racing upwards on the horizon, twisting and banking to then spin round and offer patrolling upper air and interdiction support on the smouldering battlefield below.
The fourth wave surged onwards, the red sparkling eyes of the rear technicians glowing and widening in ultimate relish as they neared the target, the crosshairs projected above them flashing as armoured hands opened, plumes of fire erupting in the missiles below, the projectiles sweeping forward as the black vessels began to gradually gain altitude.
