I had been fortunate enough to steal ten sets of the alien armor as well as a dozen guns and assorted other weapons. The warcraft I had also stolen would offer an opportunity for the scientists to study and replicate alien technology. The video and audio gave us plenty to observe, but only the audio gave us anything definitive.
For instance, we knew that they planned to make us outlaws. Enemies of the state. And they believed we were dumb enough to fall for their trap.
They wanted us to give in without a fight. Become their slaves willingly. Something that was never going to happen.
“You did good, Jeff,” the head of our intel division asserted, “you got us audio of what they are planning.”
“I felt it was necessary,” I averred, “important. Something just told me to hit record at that point in time.”
“And well you did,” She nodded, “You’ve saved us all.”
“All in a day’s work,” I smiled.
“Now,” she admonished, “don’t get cocky. We don’t want you making a mistake and getting caught.”
“So,” I began, “What’s next?”
“First,” she started, “we allow the science and technology department to study the weapons and armor you brought us to see if they can replicate them. Same with the warcraft you stole. Once they are able to, we wait until they can build you both. Then, we send you out on more recon missions since you are the only one thay seem to not see.”
“And the video of that poor man?” I inquired.
“we will study it to see what is happening,” she sat back, “then, we will run over it with you. We may need you to-plant a few bugs for us.”
“Not hard to do,” I shrugged, “as long as I don’t have to go and blend in.”
“No,” she smiled, “nothing like that. more….ductwork, though.”
“I see,” I nodded, “stealth work.”
“pretty much,” she giggled, “but no theft.”
“See if Tech can design a sniper rifle using the alien guns,” I suggested, “when I have to take on out, I don’t want them to see it coming.”
“Will do,” she promised, “but for now, you will have a crossbow with special bolts.”
“Intriguing,” I uttered, “able to penetrate their armor?”
“of course,” she winked, “and some will carry certain viruses and infectious bacteria in tranq-dart configuration.”
“Chemical warfare,” I mused.
“Yes,” She admitted, “everything from sarin and anthrax to the plague and typhoid.”
“That’s quite a wide range of infectious diseases,” I remarked.
“Perhaps they will spread it through their own community. And their slaves,” she suggested, “though there is a slight risk of it spreading back to us.”
“As always,” I nodded.
Cheyenne Mountain became our temporary home. As a bunker, it was somewhat safer than our other options at this point.
We were met by the commander of NORAD.
“You’re trespassing on US military property,” He warned.
“There is no US military,” I responded, “and no nations of the world. There is just us and you. We represent what is left of the world population.”
“What the fuck happened out there?” He demanded.
“Our governments were taken over by the aliens,” I informed him, “there is no longer a president, VP, or Congress. Even the Supreme Court is gone. All are now under the control of the aliens.”
“And the military?” He was hesitant.
“Those who were near the ship are either prisoners or enslaved,” I answered, “Those still on the bases retreated to our location in Iowa and regrouped. It was upon their suggestion that we headed here for safety.”
“Damn,” he breathed, “I was wondering why there had been no word from Washington.”
“The religious leaders of the world gave up without a fight,” I stated, almost as if I had read his thoughts, “and they bowed in reverence to the illusion cast by the invaders.”
“Fucking idiots,” he scowled.
“We have intel that they will be passing laws,” our intel chief began, joining us, “to coax all resistance in peaceably. They will be outlawing resistance.”
“The hell they will,” he seethed, “who collected the intel?”
“I did, sir,” I responded, “since I don’t exist to them, I can slip aboard their ship. I also stole some of their weapons and armor. And a warcraft.”
“Then,” he smiled, “I see no reason why you shouldn’t remain our chief spy.”
“It’ll be an honor, sir,” I saluted.
“For Christsakes!” He exclaimed, slurring Christ and sakes into a single word. “At ease, soldier.”
“We’ll be sending him back in as soon as Tech is finished examining and replicating the alien technologies, adapting them for human use.”
“Good, good,” he nodded, “and what will his mission be?”
“To plant a video and audio bug above both the meeting room he recorded the discussions on trying to coax us in over and above the lan he brought video feed from.”
“The purpose?” He was curious.
“We want to get a closer look at the headbands on the leaders,” She averred, “for one. And for another, we wish to learn exactly what was going on in that laboratory.”
“Very good,” he nodded, “we need to collect all the intel data we can.”
“I suggest that you put out a coded message for all military still out to collect here,” I advised.
“I agree,” he smiled, “and will do so immediately. We’ll try to connect up with Ghost Lake, Groom Lake, and a few other unmarked bases.”
He ushered us inside.
“Unfortunately,” he began, “we aren’t designed to house so many people. We’re only capable of handling 800. Not…” He gestured to our group.
“We understand that,” our intel chief averred, “but, perhaps, we can…expand the facility. Eventually.”
“We were thinking,” he nodded, “that we should go deeper and run tunnels and even, perhaps, creating a city under the mountain.”
“We might even be able to hide the city under the mountain range itself,” one of the men in our group stepped forward, “a few of us are former miners, mudjackers, and sandhogs. I think some of us could even secret the equipment west from the coast.”
“Once enough of a military presence is here,” the general looked at him, “we will see to that mission. You will need cover.”