September 6th, 2017
9.12 am, Naval Air Station Key West, USA
"What did Zeta do?" A masked man asks as he looks at his Heads-Up Display.
"Fucked up." Another masked man answers.
6 men in ski masks sit huddled in a rectangular formation in a snug, windowless, vibrating metal cylinder with computer displays around. They are dressed in all black and armed with handguns, although two men have assault rifles. Black tactical helmets sit on their heads and black gloves rest on their hands.
"метла Squad Theta." The masked man sitting in the lead says, "The mission remains."
"We'll slaughter Team Six for the General!" Another masked man says.
"Theta will not fail." All 6 men shout.
6 minutes later…
The metal cylinder has stopped. Six men stand up and face the front hatch. The masked man in the lead cocks his Glock 17 handgun. He taps his left temple, activating his Heads-Up Display. Then, he steps forward through the open door and into the abandoned hallway. All men file out.
They navigate their way through the hallway maze. The point man uses the augmented reality overlay of his goggles, which shows 6 red lights through the walls, to maneuver. The team moves silently towards the lights. They stop a few meters away, moving to surround the door. The point man moves his watch over the security lock, it opens. He bursts into the darkroom. The others follow in. Their goggles are the green hue of Nightvision as they search the room.
6 beds, one empty. The rest occupied by… young people. This isn't right.
"Hands up!" A masked man shouts, pointing his M4 semi-automatic assault rifle at the man.
"They are up! They are up!" A man responds standing up in the dark.
"Who are you?" The masked man asks.
"A doctor. Just a doctor." The Doctor responds with terror in his voice.
"Where are the wounded soldiers in this ward?" The masked man asks.
"No soldiers. Just young people." The Doctor responds.
Suddenly, the Doctor gets hit with a butt of a gun by the masked man. 4 other masked men stand around, watching the interaction in confusion while pointing their guns at the Doctor.
"Lie to us and you die!" The masked man says.
"I am not lying!" The Doctor shouts in pain, "I have been here with my patients the entire time."
"No!" The masked man shouts, "There are supposed to be middle-aged wounded soldiers here."
"What do you want from me?" The Doctor shouts back, "These are my patients."
"What is wrong with them?" The masked man asks.
"Nothing." The Doctor says, "They are testing sleeping pills."
"Then why did you lockdown this entire floor?" The masked man asks.
"I do not understand what you mean." The Doctor says, "There must be a mistake."
"Don't play me for a fool! This is the right floor." The masked man says.
"3 men and 2 women but they look nothing like the pictures." Another masked man says, rejoining the group at the end of the room.
"Too coincidental." The point man says.
"Bad intel?" Another masked man asks.
"Impossible." The point man says.
"Then what do we do?" A masked man asks.
Suddenly, wind gusts from nowhere. Water springs forth from the floor. The ground shakes and things begin to float. A bright light explodes followed by overbearing darkness. Chaos.
Freaky Mess.
September 6th, 2017
0921, Naval Air Station Key West, USA
"Permission to come aboard, Captain Keyes?" General George Beggingson asks.
The room around buzzes with the busyness of a multitude of screens and people. Men and women in navy and professional uniforms race about in-between stations, trying to tame the beastly situation. This is the Command Center for Naval Air Station (NAS) Key West located in Florida. Even with the sirens off, the Command Center still remains in chaos.
"For you General Beggingson, always." Captain Keyes says with a salute then a handshake.
Captain Mark Keyes of the US Navy is the Commanding Officer for the entire NAS Key West base. He stands at just over 6 feet in the white shirt, black tie and pants of the Navy officer uniform. General Beggingson salutes Captain Keyes back then accepts his handshake because although General Beggingson outranks Captain Keyes, Captain Keyes is the Commanding Officer of the base while General Beggingson is merely visiting. Right now, Captain Keyes is having a freaky day. General Beggingson's old friendly face is a lifeline he warmly welcomes.
"What's the situation?" General Beggingson asks as he stands side-by-side with Captain Keyes.
An unarmed woman in USMC marine patterned combat utility uniform stands behind General Beggingson. She had followed General Beggingson in and saluted Captain Keyes as well. Her name tag spells Sheppard. Her piercing eyes stare found vacantly vigilant.
"First, an alarm was triggered at a hallway below the recommissioned northern docks. Then 7 explosions simultaneously all over the base." Captain Keyes says, "3 along the highway and bridge, 1 on a minor road, 2 in the office and residential area, and 1 on the main runway."
"So we are shut in?" General Beggingson
"Indeed we are." Captain Keyes says, "And now, our radio comms are being disrupted. The security system is on the fritz making rapid response slow."
"So a multipronged guerrilla assault." General Beggingson says, "Who are the hostiles?"
"Unknown." Captain Keyes says, "Their unit size and objectives are also unknown."
"Any contact?" General Beggingson asks.
"Nothing yet, just chasing ghosts." Captain Keyes responds, "But, we have one casualty so far."
"Casualty?" General Beggingson asks.
"Yeah." Captain Keyes replies, "The janitor who sounded the alarm."
"Janitor?" General Beggingson implores as his gut grows a pit.
"Her name was Alena Smith." Captain Keyes says.
Shock washes through General Beggingson. Then a huge sigh.
"Did you know her?" Captain Keyes asks, reading General Beggingson's facial demeanor.
"I only met her less than an hour ago." General Beggingson says, "She is… was so young."
"Without her warning, the base might be far worse than it currently is." Captain Keyes says.
"Her bravery must not be in vain." General Beggingson says with a clenched fist.
"It will not." Captain Keyes reaffirms.
"How can my troops be of service?" General Beggingson asks.
"Right now, we are in the dark." Captain Keyes says, "We are responding to every incident but since communication is on the fritz, it is difficult to coordinate responses. Our forces are also stretched thin and external help is a half-hour away at least, depending on the roads."
"If only we knew the enemy's objective…" General Beggingson says, "My mentor often says when solving a problem, break it down and start with the obvious."
"The obvious?" Captain Keyes asks.
"What has happened on the base within the last 24 hours before this attack?" General Beggingson asks, "First thing that comes to mind."
"Hmmm… The first thing that comes to mind is the Director of the CIA being on base and asking for special accommodations." Captain Keyes says.
"Jones is here?" General Beggingson asks.
"Oh yeah. I've been corresponding with him. The last text was just 10 minutes ago." Captain Keyes says as he pulls out his Samsung Galaxy S8 smartphone, "Unfortunately, no cell signal."
"I have got a feeling he might have some insight into our current predicament." General Beggingson says then asks, "Where was he last?"
"I believe I sent him to the on-base clinic." Captain Keyes says, "He checked-in a burn victim, with full-body 3rd-degree burns."
"Full body burns?" General Beggingson asks in shock.
"Yeah but here's the freaky thing. The room this patient was in suddenly erupted in flames and no one can explain how." Captain Keyes says, "Then the flames mysteriously died down. So I called to inform him of that."
"Hmm…" General Beggingson says, "Do you mind me asking if a doctor and 5 others were part of the entourage?"
"Not sure about the others but there was a doctor." Captain Keyes replies, "Do you know them?"
"Just a hunch." General Beggingson says then turns to the Marine behind him, "Colonel Sheppard, head down to the base clinic and find CIA Director Nick Jones. Tell him I'm here."
"Sir!" Colonel Miranda Sheppard says with a salute.
"Oh, wait." General Beggingson says then turns to Captain Keyes, "Could you arm her?"
"Certainly!" Captain Keyes says then points to a nearby MP, "Sergeant, spare her your sidearm."
The MP salutes. He then reaches for his Beretta M9 side gun, unholstering and passing it to the waiting hand of Colonel Miranda Keyes. She holsters the sidearm. Then, with a nod, leaves.
"Hopefully she finds him still there." Captain Keyes says.
"I trust she will." General Beggingson says.
"To think the day only started with a hospital fire…" Captain Keyes says, "What a freaking day."
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