time, her friend Bella had received a letter in the mail about a new surgery that would cure hearing loss. Already suspicious of the Cyrellians, something didn’t quite sit well with Holly, and now not only was Bella missing, but so was Sydney.
There was no way she could go another day without letting everyone know exactly what the aliens were up to. The only problem was would she be able to do it before they got to her too?
* * *
Chase found it difficult to remain still, especially when he didn’t know if the tiny space craft that was about to land contained friends or foes.
“Stop fidgeting,” Jack muttered. “You’re making me nervous.” Chase rested his fingers against his sidepiece, ready to take the weapon out of its holster if needed. “I wouldn’t be this way if we could verify who’s on board. All we can tell is they need help, but it could be a trick.”
“But the signal we received was clearly one of distress. And their technology seems even more advanced than that of the Cyrellians. Besides, the language the message came in was like no other I’ve heard before. It wasn’t Cyrellian and it definitely wasn’t Spengnese. Am I being paranoid to think this is some ploy?”
“No. Considering what they’ve done to our people, I’d put nothing past them, which is why I’ve taken these precautions.” Jack motioned to seven other Freedom Fighters, all armed, he’d brought along with them. They had also chosen to meet the ship a few miles away from their main base in case this was some trick.
“I guess I’ll feel better when we can verify who’s on board,” Chase finished with a sigh.
Jack lifted his eye patch to reveal the bionic eye underneath. Even after all this time, that thing still creeped Chase out a little. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for his friend to live with it. The artificial eye served to remind them of what the Cyrellians were capable of. On the other hand, it gave Jack superhuman sight.
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Jack narrowed his eyes. “I’m zooming in to take a closer look at the thing. It’s just touched down, so I’ll give it a couple minutes before the passengers get off.”
“What do you see?” Chase asked after a few moments had passed.
“The hatch is opening.” He motioned for their other companions to come closer.
“Draw your weapons.”
Chase squinted, trying to get a better look ahead, but the ship was too far away for him to see anything other than what appeared to be a slight motion. “What do you see, Jack?”
After a brief pause, Jack finally answered. “It’s a man… but he’s not like us.”
“Another alien?”
“Yes. But not a Cyrellian. If it weren’t for his strange coloring, I’d say he was human.”
“What do you mean by that? What color is he?”
“Dark gold.”
“Are you sure it’s not a really deep tan?”
Jack shook his head. “Positive. Wait a minute; he’s helping someone else off the ship, a woman this time.”
“Is she gold too?” Chase asked, frustrated he couldn’t see what was happening.
Jack frowned and then craned his neck almost as though he were trying to verify what he’d just seen. “No. A human. And she’s hugging the golden man. There’s one more passenger.” Suddenly he stiffened, and shook his head.
“What is it?” Chase demanded.
“The third person is David.”
“Who?”
“Don’t you remember me telling you about him? He was kept prisoner along with me -- the one they sent away. Lower your weapons.” Jack turned to the rest of the group. “I think these guys will be on our side.”
“How can you be certain? It may still be a trap.” Chase wasn’t ready to lower his guard. He didn’t put anything past those alien bastards when it came to setting traps.
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Jack shook his head. “No. It’s not. There’s no way David would be working for the Cyrellians, especially after what they did to him.” Chase bit his lip to hold back the words hovering on his tongue.
There was no way she could go another day without letting everyone know exactly what the aliens were up to. The only problem was would she be able to do it before they got to her too?
* * *
Chase found it difficult to remain still, especially when he didn’t know if the tiny space craft that was about to land contained friends or foes.
“Stop fidgeting,” Jack muttered. “You’re making me nervous.” Chase rested his fingers against his sidepiece, ready to take the weapon out of its holster if needed. “I wouldn’t be this way if we could verify who’s on board. All we can tell is they need help, but it could be a trick.”
“But the signal we received was clearly one of distress. And their technology seems even more advanced than that of the Cyrellians. Besides, the language the message came in was like no other I’ve heard before. It wasn’t Cyrellian and it definitely wasn’t Spengnese. Am I being paranoid to think this is some ploy?”
“No. Considering what they’ve done to our people, I’d put nothing past them, which is why I’ve taken these precautions.” Jack motioned to seven other Freedom Fighters, all armed, he’d brought along with them. They had also chosen to meet the ship a few miles away from their main base in case this was some trick.
“I guess I’ll feel better when we can verify who’s on board,” Chase finished with a sigh.
Jack lifted his eye patch to reveal the bionic eye underneath. Even after all this time, that thing still creeped Chase out a little. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for his friend to live with it. The artificial eye served to remind them of what the Cyrellians were capable of. On the other hand, it gave Jack superhuman sight.
10
Jack narrowed his eyes. “I’m zooming in to take a closer look at the thing. It’s just touched down, so I’ll give it a couple minutes before the passengers get off.”
“What do you see?” Chase asked after a few moments had passed.
“The hatch is opening.” He motioned for their other companions to come closer.
“Draw your weapons.”
Chase squinted, trying to get a better look ahead, but the ship was too far away for him to see anything other than what appeared to be a slight motion. “What do you see, Jack?”
After a brief pause, Jack finally answered. “It’s a man… but he’s not like us.”
“Another alien?”
“Yes. But not a Cyrellian. If it weren’t for his strange coloring, I’d say he was human.”
“What do you mean by that? What color is he?”
“Dark gold.”
“Are you sure it’s not a really deep tan?”
Jack shook his head. “Positive. Wait a minute; he’s helping someone else off the ship, a woman this time.”
“Is she gold too?” Chase asked, frustrated he couldn’t see what was happening.
Jack frowned and then craned his neck almost as though he were trying to verify what he’d just seen. “No. A human. And she’s hugging the golden man. There’s one more passenger.” Suddenly he stiffened, and shook his head.
“What is it?” Chase demanded.
“The third person is David.”
“Who?”
“Don’t you remember me telling you about him? He was kept prisoner along with me -- the one they sent away. Lower your weapons.” Jack turned to the rest of the group. “I think these guys will be on our side.”
“How can you be certain? It may still be a trap.” Chase wasn’t ready to lower his guard. He didn’t put anything past those alien bastards when it came to setting traps.
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Jack shook his head. “No. It’s not. There’s no way David would be working for the Cyrellians, especially after what they did to him.” Chase bit his lip to hold back the words hovering on his tongue.
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