territoriality and their propensity to shoot first and ask questions later.” Derek replied. “Now you see why I’m worried. “ The colonel chimed in. “Let’s wait and see.” The commander insisted. “If the plane is there we should be okay.”
Chapter 3 June 26, 2029 Edwards Air Force Base, California It turned out they had just enough gas to land at Edwards. The shuttles thrusters gave out just before they landed, but Colonel Brandt was able to glide them in for a landing. It wasn’t pretty, but any landing you can walk away from is a good one. The shuttle’s landing gear failed and they ended sliding off the runway and into the desert in a trail of flame. Once the shuttle had settled they unbuckled and deployed the emergency hatch to exit. As they staggered out of the shuttle they were greeted at the edge of the tarmac by two black Humvees without any markings. Men in black BDUs, body armor, helmets, and face masks manned machine guns on top. The Humvees screeched to a halt right in front of the stunned crew, Derek, and Rora. More men in black piled out of the Humvees and pointed guns at them. Derek drew a pistol, but they were hopelessly outgunned by the six armed men wielding M4 carbines. He slowly lowered the pistol, realizing that even if he could somehow survive the fight; the others would surely be killed. The gunmen kept their weapons trained on the group, but parted to allow another man to come forward. He was obviously the leader as the other deferred to him, but he had no insignia and his face was also covered. “Derek Storm. You need to come with us.” The man announced. “I’m guessing they aren’t our ride?” Derek asked the commander sarcastically. “We don’t have much time. You need to come with us.” The man in black repeated. “What about the others?” Derek asked. “We don’t need them. Our orders are to pick you up.” The man replied coldly. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” Derek told him. “I’m guessing you need me alive so you won’t shoot and I’m not going anywhere without a fight.” “Have it your way.” The man said, and then drew a Taser and hit Derek with ten thousand volts. Derek crumpled to the ground as Anna screamed. The gunmen rushed forward and herded Rora and the others away as two of them grabbed Derek and dragged him into one of the Humvees. Without a further word the gunmen got back into the Humvees and raced away. The four of them were left standing dumbfounded on the edge of the runway as the gunmen disappeared into the airfield. “What was that?” Colonel Brandt finally asked. “I have no idea.” Rora replied in confusion. “Who were they?” Anna asked slowly. “More importantly, where are they taking him?” The commander interrupted. “I don’t know, but we need to find out. We have to get Derek back.” Rora insisted. “Let’s get out of here first!” The colonel stated emphatically. “If someone else was here before we were, they may have alerted G-21 to our presence.” “Too late.” Anna moaned. There was a squeal of tires as three heavily armored and garishly painted technicals roared onto the tarmac from inside the base. Two extended cab pickups with men manning machine guns and a mini-van with a 40mm automatic grenade launcher on top screeched to halt in front of the still shocked group. All three vehicles had an eagle and a snake atop a flaming circle over crossed knives painted in black on their doors. Armed men in a variety of clothing and armor exited the vehicles and surrounded the crew and Rora. Most of their clothes were red, green, or white; and a few wore bulletproof vests or flak jackets. The one thing they all had in common was that they were all armed with AK-47 assault rifles. This new group of gunmen screamed at Rora and the crew to get on the ground until they fearfully