that I have to survive, because I’m going to see her again, and nothing will stand in my way.
The tube was taken, and I have to find whoever it was meant for on this world. And to do that, I became one of them, I became human, so I adopted the human name Silas Cage.
Humans and arbitrons share very similar physical characteristics as do most civilized beings in the universe. For three and half years I’ve lived among them as one of them, and nobody suspected a thing.
In the course of the three years, I found the guy that took the tube from my crash site, but it turned out he was nobody, just a random guy paid for a pick up. I followed up on the lead and found the man he gave the tube to and the man the man gave it to and so on, and it continued, the tube passed through thirty-five random people, and none of them meant anything. I was tempted to give up, but I didn’t. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I have to see Hanther again, I have to see Arbitrus again.
I tracked from one pick up guy to another until I found a clue that led me to a name that has been on the CIA's most wanted list for quite some time, Rainbird.
According to the CIA, Rainbird is the leader of a rising terrorist group in America. I did my own digging on Rainbird and discovered the identity behind the name. Rainbird is a girl, and her name is Amy Whitefield, the richest person on the planet, and the muscle behind several off-earth missions that have launched recently. Funny how the humans can be so easily deceived. Whatever deal she is running with The Governors that involved a payment as heavy as a tube full of vetagem, it must be shady, and bad, really bad.
I kept my distance from Rainbird, knowing that whatever her deal is with The Governors, it will bring them together again and when it does, I will be ready.
For months, I watched her operations, every move, and for a long time, I found nothing Arbitrus, until I abducted one of her bodyguards, probed his dirty mind and found out about a meeting with some arbitrons, that is to hold in two weeks at someplace they call Area 47, somewhere in Nevada. That was two weeks ago. I figured if there is an arbitron involved, there is a starship involved––my sweet ride back home.
I did some digging and found everything I needed on Area 47 from a conspiracy theorist blog. Area 47, Jasper Nevada. That brings me to this moment, the meeting day.
For seven hours, I have been sitting on this platform, the top of a five hundred feet obelisk, watching, waiting. At first, all I see is sand and rocks. But after adjusting my eyes' spectrum a few times, a three hundred feet shiny metal pyramid appeared at four kilometers away. It's definitely where the meeting is going down. And judging by the number of guards outside the pyramid, which is zero, and how easy it was for me to get up here undetected, I can bet getting hold of my prize will be way too easy than I would like it to be.
I see dust rising from north of the pyramid. Three armored and heavy-wheeled vehicles are approaching. The vehicles reach the pyramid and stop. Armed men in military uniform step out and form a circle around Rainbird as she steps out of the vehicle in a casual white top and blue jeans. They move into the pyramid. Two of the escorting soldiers remain outside by the vehicles.
I scan the sky again and again for a ship, but there is nothing UFO-ish, as some humans will say. After a few minutes, a strong whooshing fills the sky, and a spaceship descends close to the pyramid, raising so much dust it becomes less visible as it gets closer to the ground. It lands. The dust clears out. The ship is ten meters long and ten meters wide. I run a scan of the ship's design and find a five feet curvy bulge on its back above the tail. I sigh, a tiny smile forms on my left cheek. A warp drive engine. I had considered a possibility of the ship being a regular spaceship without deep space capability, in which case there would be a mothership in the
The tube was taken, and I have to find whoever it was meant for on this world. And to do that, I became one of them, I became human, so I adopted the human name Silas Cage.
Humans and arbitrons share very similar physical characteristics as do most civilized beings in the universe. For three and half years I’ve lived among them as one of them, and nobody suspected a thing.
In the course of the three years, I found the guy that took the tube from my crash site, but it turned out he was nobody, just a random guy paid for a pick up. I followed up on the lead and found the man he gave the tube to and the man the man gave it to and so on, and it continued, the tube passed through thirty-five random people, and none of them meant anything. I was tempted to give up, but I didn’t. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I have to see Hanther again, I have to see Arbitrus again.
I tracked from one pick up guy to another until I found a clue that led me to a name that has been on the CIA's most wanted list for quite some time, Rainbird.
According to the CIA, Rainbird is the leader of a rising terrorist group in America. I did my own digging on Rainbird and discovered the identity behind the name. Rainbird is a girl, and her name is Amy Whitefield, the richest person on the planet, and the muscle behind several off-earth missions that have launched recently. Funny how the humans can be so easily deceived. Whatever deal she is running with The Governors that involved a payment as heavy as a tube full of vetagem, it must be shady, and bad, really bad.
I kept my distance from Rainbird, knowing that whatever her deal is with The Governors, it will bring them together again and when it does, I will be ready.
For months, I watched her operations, every move, and for a long time, I found nothing Arbitrus, until I abducted one of her bodyguards, probed his dirty mind and found out about a meeting with some arbitrons, that is to hold in two weeks at someplace they call Area 47, somewhere in Nevada. That was two weeks ago. I figured if there is an arbitron involved, there is a starship involved––my sweet ride back home.
I did some digging and found everything I needed on Area 47 from a conspiracy theorist blog. Area 47, Jasper Nevada. That brings me to this moment, the meeting day.
For seven hours, I have been sitting on this platform, the top of a five hundred feet obelisk, watching, waiting. At first, all I see is sand and rocks. But after adjusting my eyes' spectrum a few times, a three hundred feet shiny metal pyramid appeared at four kilometers away. It's definitely where the meeting is going down. And judging by the number of guards outside the pyramid, which is zero, and how easy it was for me to get up here undetected, I can bet getting hold of my prize will be way too easy than I would like it to be.
I see dust rising from north of the pyramid. Three armored and heavy-wheeled vehicles are approaching. The vehicles reach the pyramid and stop. Armed men in military uniform step out and form a circle around Rainbird as she steps out of the vehicle in a casual white top and blue jeans. They move into the pyramid. Two of the escorting soldiers remain outside by the vehicles.
I scan the sky again and again for a ship, but there is nothing UFO-ish, as some humans will say. After a few minutes, a strong whooshing fills the sky, and a spaceship descends close to the pyramid, raising so much dust it becomes less visible as it gets closer to the ground. It lands. The dust clears out. The ship is ten meters long and ten meters wide. I run a scan of the ship's design and find a five feet curvy bulge on its back above the tail. I sigh, a tiny smile forms on my left cheek. A warp drive engine. I had considered a possibility of the ship being a regular spaceship without deep space capability, in which case there would be a mothership in the
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