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Deep inside the encampment, the group known as the Liberation had called it a day. They had been busy most of the morning, getting prepped to keep the Colonel happy. He’ll be arriving in a few days and he’ll want a progress report on their hold on the island. Belmont was curious who he was bringing. All the Colonel said is that he would help us with the computer.
The second in command looked up at the green screen. Countless nights he had stared at its pulse, wondering what secrets it held. Already they had accomplished so much but yet there was still so much untapped potential. They just needed the right help; the right help to make it work. Belmont gently pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and put it in his mouth. It took him three tries to make his lighter work. He hoped that when his leader returned, he was also bringing supplies with him. Not only where they getting low on rations, he needed a new lighter. The blonde haired man turned around and left the computer room, alone with the skeleton remains of whatever scientist that was. He still had no idea why the Colonel insisted the body stay. It stopped creeping him out 4 years ago.
Belmont walked down a hall, saluting the man on guard. He turned a corner and walked into the control room. The room was still a little dirty. The blonde man bid farewell to Lulu; the fifties Coke-a-Cola pinup that still adorned the wall. His men rested in their stations; monitoring the island. They had been keeping track of the survivors of the crashed for the 40 plus days they were on the Island. It was the anomalies they were interested. Belmont gently sat down on the old chair, hearing it creak. He wanted the chair removed; replaced with something more modern but the Colonel insisted against it. The blond man leaned back and took another tug from his cigarette. “Status, gentlemen?” he asked.
“All is quiet, sir,” the man answered him.
“Any word from Kreegan?”
“Not yet, sir. He took the boat out an hour ago.”
“He really expected the anomaly to be on the water?”
“It’s what our readings confirmed, sir.”
“Very well,” he sighed.
Then the door opened and then another soldier walked in. Belmont looked to Frakes who was just massaging his head. The blonde stood up and offered him a cigarette. “Thank you,” he said, lighting it up.
“You okay?” his superior asked.
“Can’t sleep.” He replied.
“Really?” Belmont chuckled, “You are starting to sound like the Colonel.”
“It’s just tonight, moron. I will probably go back to sleep later,” he looked at his watch, “What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s early. It’s very early.”
“The Crone is outside by the way.”
“What she can’t sleep either?”
“Keep muttering something about a frog or some damn thing.” Frakes smokes his cigarette, “Creeps the hell out of me.”
“The Colonel trusts her and she hasn’t let him down yet.”
“How did they meet by the way? I mean, where did he find this psycho whore?”
“Frakes, don’t you remember? She was already-“
A loud beeping interrupted the second in command. He turned to his men, who were stationed at the old computer equipment. The one on the right hand side was punching buttons and listening to his headset. “What is going on?” Belmont asked.
“I don’t know, sir,” he replied, “The computer is reading a seismic disturbance. But we haven’t had one of those in years.”
“Coordinates?”
“Bearing zero five, mark two, north of the main . . . .” the soldier then went wild eyed, “BREECHED!! THE HATCH IS BREECHED!!!”
“What?” Belmont rushed to the screen.
“It’s true, sir, look!” He pointed, “O2 levels are increasing. The hatch cover is no longer registering!”
“That’s crazy!” Frakes protested, “We buried the damn thing!”
“How . .how the hell could they . . .HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET IT OPEN???” Belmont screamed at the top of his lungs.
“They would have had to blown it open. We welded the door handle off years ago.”
“But they are not supposed to have explosives!” the blonde man screamed again, “How could they have . . . .”
The second in command blinked his eyes in rapid movement. Then his face became contorted with rage, flooding his cheeks and forehead red. “Rousseau.” He hissed.
“No way. The French woman is basket case by now. There is no way she would-“
Frakes was interrupted by Belmont grabbing his collar and pulling him forward. The soldier started into his leader and the man’s eyes almost seemed on fire with hate. “If this gets out of hand, you know their will be hell to pay, directly from the Colonel himself.” He grunted.
“Yes, sir.” Frakes replied, a small bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.
“Get out there to the Hatch. Bring back whoever is out there, alive. Then increases roaming patrols. Standing orders are as follows; if they see Rousseau, they are to shoot on sight. Is that clear?”
“Crystal, sir,”
Belmont shoved him back. “Then move out!” he ordered.
Frakes then ran outside, to awaken the men. Belmont slowly followed him. As he ran into the bunkers, the blonde man looked to his left and saw the blind crone sitting on a tree stump. He slowly walked up to her and crossed his arms. She did not acknowledge him, just kept facing forward. “You knew, didn’t you?” he asked.
“About what?” she asked plainly.
“The Hatch, you blind bitch!” Belmont snapped at her, “If you knew they were going to break open the damn Hatch, then why didn’t you warn us?”
“Had I known they were going to do that, I would have.” She whispered.
“I don’t believe you,” the second in command grew even angrier, “You’ve told us so much. You told us where to find the Spanish Gold. You warned us about the Polar Bears and yet, you couldn’t see this coming?”
“The future is fluid, always in motion. I can’t predict every single aspect with 100% clarity. The Colonel knows this.”
“Only because of him, I bother keeping you around. Never forget that.”
“How could I when you constantly remind me?” she grinned.
“Get out of here.” Belmont ordered, “Go back to sleep.”
“These people who opened the hatch? You are going after them, yes?”
“Of course.”
“You are to bring them back alive?”
“I want to know how they opened it and where they got their explosives.”
“You will need to know more than that, Executive Officer.”
“What do you mean?” he kneeled down looking at her.
“If I could not foresee they would open it, then that could mean only one thing. One of those people . . . .is extraordinary.”
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The soldiers were arming up and moving out. They ran as fast as they could through their makeshift village. There was a bunker buried mostly underground, just tall enough for barred windows to look outside. Kellye leaned up and peaked out. She saw the soldiers running as fast as they could north into the jungle. She blinked, raising an eyebrow. What could possibly be out there? The Monster they heard? The young girl then felt a hand touching her arm. “What’s going on?” asked Ana-Lucia.
“Not sure,” the girl answered, “Something has gotten their attention. They are running into the jungle like bats out of Hell.”
“Good album.” Clay whispered.
“Huh?” the Latina looked at him, “What did you say?”
“Bat out of Hell. Ozzy Osborne. Good Album.” The millionaire commented.
“Clay, do you ever . .have anything constructive to say?”
“Only if I happen to get you in bed, sweet cheeks.” He grinned, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
Libby massaged her forehead. The constant rattling of Clay’s voice felt like nails in her brain. She leaned her leg out and pulled out a five dollar bill. “I know you are a millionaire, Clayton,” she said, holding out the money, “But if give you this five dollar bill, would you shut up?”
Clay scoffed and closed his eyes back. “Getting stuck in this damn bunker with 7 women,” he moaned, “At first, I thought I was in Heaven. Now I know God is punishing me.”
“No, Clay,” Barbara whispered, “I am pretty God is punishing all of us for being stuck here with you.”
“Is that right, Barbara?” he grunted, “God must have been punishing Bobby too.”
“Okay that is enough,” Ana-Lucia almost barked.
“Had you crazy girls not convinced him to go for the radio tower, he’d still be alive.”
”SHUT UP!” Jilly screamed, standing up, “Bobby was a good man!”
“A stupid man, kid. Bravery and Stupidity are close cousins, and he crossed the line. Hell, we didn’t even know if his transmission got out anyway.”
“Yes, we will never know.” The deaf girl cried, “But at least he died like a man and I know you won’t!”
“Stupid retard,” Clay muttered.
“HEY!” Ana-Lucia kicked him hard in the arm.
“OW!” he grunted.
The Latina leaned in, getting directly into his face, as he massaged the impending whelp on his arm. “You insult her disability one more time and I will make sure these bastards hang you just like they did those poor kids.” She hissed.
Clay said nothing. He stared at her, and then looked away. The Latina then turned around and looked back into the distance of the barred window. The jungle was empty now; the soldiers were well on their way to whatever destination they were running hard to. Were their more of those poor kids with the red bandanas? She hoped not; watching them hang eight of them was horrid enough.
What would happen next?
The second in command looked up at the green screen. Countless nights he had stared at its pulse, wondering what secrets it held. Already they had accomplished so much but yet there was still so much untapped potential. They just needed the right help; the right help to make it work. Belmont gently pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and put it in his mouth. It took him three tries to make his lighter work. He hoped that when his leader returned, he was also bringing supplies with him. Not only where they getting low on rations, he needed a new lighter. The blonde haired man turned around and left the computer room, alone with the skeleton remains of whatever scientist that was. He still had no idea why the Colonel insisted the body stay. It stopped creeping him out 4 years ago.
Belmont walked down a hall, saluting the man on guard. He turned a corner and walked into the control room. The room was still a little dirty. The blonde man bid farewell to Lulu; the fifties Coke-a-Cola pinup that still adorned the wall. His men rested in their stations; monitoring the island. They had been keeping track of the survivors of the crashed for the 40 plus days they were on the Island. It was the anomalies they were interested. Belmont gently sat down on the old chair, hearing it creak. He wanted the chair removed; replaced with something more modern but the Colonel insisted against it. The blond man leaned back and took another tug from his cigarette. “Status, gentlemen?” he asked.
“All is quiet, sir,” the man answered him.
“Any word from Kreegan?”
“Not yet, sir. He took the boat out an hour ago.”
“He really expected the anomaly to be on the water?”
“It’s what our readings confirmed, sir.”
“Very well,” he sighed.
Then the door opened and then another soldier walked in. Belmont looked to Frakes who was just massaging his head. The blonde stood up and offered him a cigarette. “Thank you,” he said, lighting it up.
“You okay?” his superior asked.
“Can’t sleep.” He replied.
“Really?” Belmont chuckled, “You are starting to sound like the Colonel.”
“It’s just tonight, moron. I will probably go back to sleep later,” he looked at his watch, “What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s early. It’s very early.”
“The Crone is outside by the way.”
“What she can’t sleep either?”
“Keep muttering something about a frog or some damn thing.” Frakes smokes his cigarette, “Creeps the hell out of me.”
“The Colonel trusts her and she hasn’t let him down yet.”
“How did they meet by the way? I mean, where did he find this psycho whore?”
“Frakes, don’t you remember? She was already-“
A loud beeping interrupted the second in command. He turned to his men, who were stationed at the old computer equipment. The one on the right hand side was punching buttons and listening to his headset. “What is going on?” Belmont asked.
“I don’t know, sir,” he replied, “The computer is reading a seismic disturbance. But we haven’t had one of those in years.”
“Coordinates?”
“Bearing zero five, mark two, north of the main . . . .” the soldier then went wild eyed, “BREECHED!! THE HATCH IS BREECHED!!!”
“What?” Belmont rushed to the screen.
“It’s true, sir, look!” He pointed, “O2 levels are increasing. The hatch cover is no longer registering!”
“That’s crazy!” Frakes protested, “We buried the damn thing!”
“How . .how the hell could they . . .HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET IT OPEN???” Belmont screamed at the top of his lungs.
“They would have had to blown it open. We welded the door handle off years ago.”
“But they are not supposed to have explosives!” the blonde man screamed again, “How could they have . . . .”
The second in command blinked his eyes in rapid movement. Then his face became contorted with rage, flooding his cheeks and forehead red. “Rousseau.” He hissed.
“No way. The French woman is basket case by now. There is no way she would-“
Frakes was interrupted by Belmont grabbing his collar and pulling him forward. The soldier started into his leader and the man’s eyes almost seemed on fire with hate. “If this gets out of hand, you know their will be hell to pay, directly from the Colonel himself.” He grunted.
“Yes, sir.” Frakes replied, a small bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.
“Get out there to the Hatch. Bring back whoever is out there, alive. Then increases roaming patrols. Standing orders are as follows; if they see Rousseau, they are to shoot on sight. Is that clear?”
“Crystal, sir,”
Belmont shoved him back. “Then move out!” he ordered.
Frakes then ran outside, to awaken the men. Belmont slowly followed him. As he ran into the bunkers, the blonde man looked to his left and saw the blind crone sitting on a tree stump. He slowly walked up to her and crossed his arms. She did not acknowledge him, just kept facing forward. “You knew, didn’t you?” he asked.
“About what?” she asked plainly.
“The Hatch, you blind bitch!” Belmont snapped at her, “If you knew they were going to break open the damn Hatch, then why didn’t you warn us?”
“Had I known they were going to do that, I would have.” She whispered.
“I don’t believe you,” the second in command grew even angrier, “You’ve told us so much. You told us where to find the Spanish Gold. You warned us about the Polar Bears and yet, you couldn’t see this coming?”
“The future is fluid, always in motion. I can’t predict every single aspect with 100% clarity. The Colonel knows this.”
“Only because of him, I bother keeping you around. Never forget that.”
“How could I when you constantly remind me?” she grinned.
“Get out of here.” Belmont ordered, “Go back to sleep.”
“These people who opened the hatch? You are going after them, yes?”
“Of course.”
“You are to bring them back alive?”
“I want to know how they opened it and where they got their explosives.”
“You will need to know more than that, Executive Officer.”
“What do you mean?” he kneeled down looking at her.
“If I could not foresee they would open it, then that could mean only one thing. One of those people . . . .is extraordinary.”
-------------------------------------,
The soldiers were arming up and moving out. They ran as fast as they could through their makeshift village. There was a bunker buried mostly underground, just tall enough for barred windows to look outside. Kellye leaned up and peaked out. She saw the soldiers running as fast as they could north into the jungle. She blinked, raising an eyebrow. What could possibly be out there? The Monster they heard? The young girl then felt a hand touching her arm. “What’s going on?” asked Ana-Lucia.
“Not sure,” the girl answered, “Something has gotten their attention. They are running into the jungle like bats out of Hell.”
“Good album.” Clay whispered.
“Huh?” the Latina looked at him, “What did you say?”
“Bat out of Hell. Ozzy Osborne. Good Album.” The millionaire commented.
“Clay, do you ever . .have anything constructive to say?”
“Only if I happen to get you in bed, sweet cheeks.” He grinned, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
Libby massaged her forehead. The constant rattling of Clay’s voice felt like nails in her brain. She leaned her leg out and pulled out a five dollar bill. “I know you are a millionaire, Clayton,” she said, holding out the money, “But if give you this five dollar bill, would you shut up?”
Clay scoffed and closed his eyes back. “Getting stuck in this damn bunker with 7 women,” he moaned, “At first, I thought I was in Heaven. Now I know God is punishing me.”
“No, Clay,” Barbara whispered, “I am pretty God is punishing all of us for being stuck here with you.”
“Is that right, Barbara?” he grunted, “God must have been punishing Bobby too.”
“Okay that is enough,” Ana-Lucia almost barked.
“Had you crazy girls not convinced him to go for the radio tower, he’d still be alive.”
”SHUT UP!” Jilly screamed, standing up, “Bobby was a good man!”
“A stupid man, kid. Bravery and Stupidity are close cousins, and he crossed the line. Hell, we didn’t even know if his transmission got out anyway.”
“Yes, we will never know.” The deaf girl cried, “But at least he died like a man and I know you won’t!”
“Stupid retard,” Clay muttered.
“HEY!” Ana-Lucia kicked him hard in the arm.
“OW!” he grunted.
The Latina leaned in, getting directly into his face, as he massaged the impending whelp on his arm. “You insult her disability one more time and I will make sure these bastards hang you just like they did those poor kids.” She hissed.
Clay said nothing. He stared at her, and then looked away. The Latina then turned around and looked back into the distance of the barred window. The jungle was empty now; the soldiers were well on their way to whatever destination they were running hard to. Were their more of those poor kids with the red bandanas? She hoped not; watching them hang eight of them was horrid enough.
What would happen next?
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