TKG08 WE WILL BUILD Rel 01 (35 page)

“Why aren’t you just going through the roof?”

“What, with explosives?”
 
Dan asked.

“No, I would do something like a small meteorite that ‘happened’ to drop straight in.
 
Something big enough to punch a hole in the building but not flatten the place if possible.”

>>The last meteorite that hit in the Urals damaged over three thousand buildings.<<

Bethany Anne frowned, “Damn, ADAM says that to make it believable, the meteorite would damage potentially thousands of buildings.”

“What if we used a real meteorite flying across the sky to hide us blowing a hole in the roof?” Dan asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh ... I like that idea!
 
Maybe do something like a fast one, two and then a pause before number three and on the third one the team blows the hole?” She said.

“Yes, I like that as well.” Dan considered, “Then when number three is screaming by the city they blow the roof.
 
Everyone should be able to associate the extra explosion with the sonic booms if it is timed correctly.”

“Try your best so that the three flames in the sky don’t hurt anyone and I think we’re golden.
 
Now, what did you need me here for and why is it you think I’ll enjoy this?” Bethany Anne asked.

“I’m concerned that this Kamiko Kana is going to bolt again.
 
From the information that Frank has been able to locate, I feel positive Kamiko is able to Etherically walk and will just escape our clutches again.
 
I’m thinking you can help with that.”

Bethany Anne thought for a moment, “How?”

“Can you block off her ability to do this?” Dan asked.

“Umm, wait one.” She put up a finger.

TOM, what do you think?

About being able to block her?

Yes, if I’m around in the area in the Etheric maybe, if she tries to walk can I stop her?

I would think at a minimum you would be able to grab her and throw her back.
 
I’m not so sure that you can do anything from within the Etheric until she activates the ability.
 
If you were on Earth at the time, I’d say we could figure something out.

Yeah, not doing that.
 
I only get to play if the team doesn’t know I’m there.
 
But I would love a chance to have a word with that bitch.

“Ok,” She said, “I think we are a go.
 
I’ll need to go in a little early to be in the area.
 
I don’t think I have the skill to try and catch her movement from way over here.”

“I’ll have the exact moment the team will be there.” Dan supplied.

“I think I’ll want to find a safe place first.
 
Then, before the meteorites hit I’ll walk to the safe place and slip into the Etheric.
 
I don’t know if she has the ability to sense Etheric changes around her.”

“You can’t walk there from here?”
 
Dan asked.

“If I had been there before, then most likely.
 
Since I haven’t?
 
No, I’m pretty sure I would be sticking my head out all of the time to gauge where the hell I am.”

“Ok, that’s the plan then.” Dan finished.

“Ok, let me suit up and I’ll do a quick reconnaissance. When is this going down?” Bethany Anne stood up to leave.

“In eighteen hours.” He said.

“That works.”
 
She nodded her goodbye.

Paraguay

“Well, fuck me.” Bobcat murmured.

“What is it?”
 
Penn asked.

“Bethany Anne wants to move ahead, says there is chatter on back channels about seeing anomalous items on international radar.
 
We might have made one too many trips around the world with the containers.”
 
Bobcat answered.

“You wanted safe, safe we did.” he shrugged.

“Hell yeah I wanted safe!”
 
Bobcat said. “That’s the one thing I won’t skimp on. This is Bethany Anne’s way of telling me it’s time I put up or shut up.
 
If she doesn’t hear from me, then it is a go.”
 
He looked over to Penn, “Sorry, it was in the original job interview back in Miami you wouldn’t know that.”

“Not Jeffrey’s job?”

Bobcat shrugged, “Yes, it’s his as well, but if something is flying, she is depending on my approval.
 
If either of us stop it, it gets stopped.
 
Besides, I doubt Jeffrey would ever approve something I wasn’t happy with.
 
Interestingly enough, he asked me about my thoughts just three hours ago.
 
I’ll have to remember that for the next time it happens to ask him if it is ‘him’ asking, or Bethany Anne.”

Bobcat reached down and hit the ‘all talk’ button on his console. “Listen up everyone.
 
Just got the news from the head boss lady.
 
This shit just got real folks.”
 
He smiled as he heard the yells of excitement coming over the comms.
 
“I’ve been notified that I’m not allowed up due to my sins, so every damned one of you better get up there safely, you hear me?
 
I’m officially rolling the command of moon-base-one to Mr. Penn himself.”
 
He let go of the button and turned to Michael, “Make us proud, Mr. Penn.” and he held out his hand.

Michael grabbed his outstretched hand, “I’ll land everyone safe up there, Bobcat.”

“See that you do.”
 
Bobcat threw him a sloppy salute as he walked by.
 
“I give you guys eight hours, use them wisely!”
 
He said over his shoulder as he cycled through the connector.

“Everyone, this is Mr. Penn.”
 
Michael started on the speakers, “We have eight hours.
 
I want everyone to nap or sleep.
 
Be up with two hours to go.
 
Lock everything down, this is just another run upstairs and then a short jaunt over to our new landing.
 
As an aside, please don’t step out as the first step will be a doozy.”
 

He heard the laughter from the group, then continued, “Let’s go make history, folks!”

TQB Base, Colorado – USA

Agent Terry DeLeon watched the weather and the cloud cover was expected to be pretty heavy this evening.
 
He stopped his car three miles out from the base perimeter at a normal location used by those backpacking through the area. He then hiked a mile on the trail before taking a different route into a small, rocky valley with a steep, dangerous climb up to the beginning of where the base considered the area their property.
 

He doubted they had much in the way of sensors in this area so he would go up as quick as he could.

It took him almost to sunset to make it up the ridge.
 
He had worried for the last thirty minutes that he was going to run out of light before he got up the eighty-foot climb.

He hadn’t needed his climbing skills in a while and he had misjudged the difficulty of the climb.

Once he got to the top, he crawled under a bush and laid there panting for five minutes to get his breathing under control.
 

Then, he pulled out his GPS to see which direction he needed to go. He flicked on the red light to get his bearings before putting it away and headed north.
 
He was expecting to hit a small stream by twenty-two hundred and be on the base by midnight.

When he arrived at the stream, he checked his location with the GPS quickly and found he was only a hundred yards south of where he wanted to cross.
 
He went up through the foliage until he found the lazy water allowing him to easily wade across.
 
He started going north again when he heard something that chilled him.

“Look what came to visit, Samuel.”
 
The light voice seemed to come from his right.
 
Terry pulled his Kimber Ultra Covert and looked to his right, crouching down.

“I’m pretty sure a pistol means he doesn’t have permission to be here Richard.”
 

The second voice was coming from behind him. Shit!
 
He looked over his shoulder.

“Do you think Gabrielle will mind if we take a sip before we take him back?” The first voice added.

Terry was confused, he could hear that the voices were moving around him, but he couldn’t hear them actually
move
.

He was officially fucked if he got caught.
 
His boss would have to deny knowing anything about this unauthorized effort.
 

“Why don’t you come out and we can talk about his?”
 
Terry said before he moved himself another ten yards to kneel near a large tree.

“Oh, we are already talking,
dinner
.” Samuel said.

“Oh yes,” Richard said from behind him.
 
Terry turned and quickly put his back to the tree, looking both ways.
 
These motherfuckers were fast and they were
playing
with him.

“You know, Samuel. I’m pretty sure that Gabrielle would have been explicit about the whole not taking a bite before we bring them in.
 
How about we do this?...”
 

Terry turned and fired two shots where he thought the person speaking was coming from.
 
He was starting to sweat at the matter-of-fact way they were talking about eating him. It was starting to get past his calm.

“Well,” the voice named Richard said, “I was going to suggest that if you put your gun down, we would be obligated to bring you in without a scratch…”

Terry looked around as fast as he could.
 
The voice had simply moved during that whole conversation and Terry couldn’t tell where it was.

He froze when a hand reached down from above him and grabbed his pistol hand.
 
He screamed when he got yanked up the tree and felt hot breath and teeth entering his neck…

Seconds later, the night was quiet again.

--

Terry woke up, groggy from something… He stilled immediately.
 
Letting his body relax.
 
Perhaps he could listen to see what he could figure out before anyone was aware of him being awake.

“Good early morning, Agent Terry DeLeon.” A contralto voice spoke to him.
 
“While you are welcome to continue with your eyes closed, your body gives lie to the fact that you are still asleep.”

Terry considered his options.
 
They had him tied to a chair and the room was dim.
 
It wasn’t causing him issues with his eyes closed.
 
Fuck it, he wasn’t getting anywhere faking being asleep.

He opened his eyes to see he was in a small meeting room.
 
The chair he was tied to was metal and a common beige fabric cover just like it’s five other brothers and sisters around this crap table.
 
The walls seemed a little odd. They mostly looked to be cut out rock and someone had affixed a TV and whiteboard to them.
 
There was a door that led out right behind a woman seated at the head of the table.

“Good,” she said, “I’ve got to be in China within the next hour for a quick pre-operation setup, so I appreciate you manning up and opening your eyes.”
 
Terry tried to see if he could deal with the knots on his arms when he heard a deep growl behind him.
 
He tried to twist far enough to see what was there, but couldn’t in the chair.

“The beast …”
 
Terry heard a distinct ‘chuff’ behind him and the lady corrected herself, “Sorry, the German Shepherd behind you is named Ashur.
 
If you continue to try and get out of your bindings he will take a bite out of you.
 
Now, we can do this the easy way...”
 
Terry was fixated as the dark haired beauty seemed to go from boardroom CEO to backroom brawler in the space of time it took to blink. “Or the hard way.
 
I, of course, much prefer the hard way.
 
In fact, you petulant pouch of horse shit, times up.”