I was flown to the abandoned airport near Washington, DC again. This time, I was armed with the crossbow and two wireless bugs and several relays. The bugs were to be planted in the air ducts of the alien ship. The relays were meant to be attached to the now idle cell towers that dotted the landscape in between.
I knew that my return to base would be slow, but I didn’t care. perhaps I could glom onto a semi, trailer and all, and abscond with the food that was now sitting abandoned in the stores that lay on my path home. I kind of wished that I had been allowed an assistant so he could glom onto a fuel truck, but I understood why they refused to take the chance.
We knew absolutely nothing about the aliens. How they gained control of their human supplicants. How they detected their victims.
All we knew was that they could not sense me. I did not exist to them. I could slip in on them without warning and leave behind whatever I was asked to leave.
It made me the perfect spy. The perfect thief. And the perfect assassin.
I took aim at the guard the aliens had left to deter me from doing my job. rather than use a large bolt, I opted for the small dart gun on my arm.
the dart hit its target and injected the virus, then disappeared. Perfect hit. The alien guard slapped the back of its neck.
I wondered how the malaria parasite would affect the alien. How quick would it take? What symptoms would be the first to develop, if any? Would it spread through the collective as it did with humans? Or would it ride their psionic connection?
I watched as the alien suddenly collapsed without warning. Interesting. I had not seen that coming.
I slipped into the ductwork of the ship unseen. Unsensed. Unhampered.
It would take time for them to discover their comrade. By then, I would be gone and the bugs would be planted. Hell. I would probably be to my next destination.
I quietly made my way to the conference room. I had but one mission here. I didn’t need any weapons. I only had to plant the bugs.
I was soundless as I went. No need to alert them to my presence. No need to set off alarms.
I smiled. So far, so good. I corrected myself. No need to get cocky. Being cocky caused mistakes. Big mistakes.
I slid out of the ductwork on the other side of the ship. Both bugs were now in place and two aliens had succumbed to two different illnesses. I had been very effective.
I had successfully completed another mission. The aliens would never know that I had been there. Not unless they looked at the backs of their soldiers’ necks.
Did they have necks? What did they actually look like? would our cameras catch them as they were? Or as they appeared?
I would have to wait for those answers. Now, I had to make it to the first tower and attach the relay transponder. To do that, I would have to find a car or some automobile.
I was also getting hungry. I hadn’t eaten since I left the base. That had been ten hours ago.
As I slipped from shadow to shadow, I wondered how long it would take for the aliens to program a human to betray me. To help them see me. So far, I had been lucky and they suspected nothing.
But that would come to an end once they realized that I could assassinate them without being detected. I hoped they wouldn’t even try. I hoped that they refused to believe that their comrades had been killed by a human agent.
I hoped that they would believe that their soldiers had accidentally uncovered an old human weapon, some canister of gas, and had loosed whatever had been inside trying to discover what it was. Still, I knew better. Perhaps they might initially come to that conclusion, but they would figure it out at some point.
Then I would be a sitting duck. I would have to hide. I would no longer be able to spy for my own.
It could possibly spur them into finding a cure or vaccine compatible with their physiologies. Or maybe to create a better armor. One I would not be able to find the weakness of.
For now, The mission had been a success. I had proven that they were susceptible to human diseases. I had planted the bugs.
I arrived at the last tower and climbed to the top. It was after dark and I wanted to be done. I had spent six days on the road in a truck with two trailers. One was filled with diesel, the other was filled with food.
I had done well. Rather than use the fuel in the tanker, I stopped regularly and siphoned off gas from abandoned tanks at stations. Perhaps I would make more trips to gather more fuel. I didn’t know.
That was up to my superiors. All missions were. As long as I didn’t have to lead, I was happy following orders.
The road headed toward base was a lonely one. Empty. I could remember when the interstate was packed with cars and trucks.
But here we were. A third of the population had fallen into darkness. We were what was left.
We outnumbered them, sure. But we were still without weapons that could kill them outright. Bioweapons didn’t count.
They were dirty. Dangerous. Potentially lethal to us as well.
Their use had to be limited. We could never use them wholesale. It was too dangerous.
BUt what about nukes? We had precision nukes. One that could hit a predesignated target with a 90% accuracy. We also had ‘dirty’ bombs. But how effective would they be?
I placed the relay at the top of the tower, then climbed down. This part of my mission was now complete as well. I went to the truck and climbed in.
Time to head for base. Time to head for bed. And safety.