The Mysterious Island Galde

"Drop the knife and put your hands above your head," Mikuru said almost seductive-like. She lightly grinded the gun she was holding into the side of my head.

Following her instructions, I dropped my ice dagger, which shattered as soon as it hit the floor. I then slowly raised my arms up and put my hands on the top of my head. I could not imagine a more compromising situation than I was in right now. I was dressed only in a towel with my back towards the enemy; this couldn't possibly get any worse.

Mikuru snaked her free hand across my abs and touched the knot that was holding my towel in place. With a flick of her finger, the knot came undone and the towel that was concealing my magnificent hyper weapon, fell onto the floor.

I stood corrected, the situation just got ten times more embarrassing.

"So Kyon-kun, I think you know why I'm here right?" Mikuru whispered.

Spinning around, I quickly knocked the gun out of her hand and grabbed each of her delicate wrists. What looked like a futuristic phaser of some sort clattered safely across the wood-paneled ground.

Her face was just as beautiful as I remembered it last. She had that soft silky red-brown hair that girls dreamt of having, smooth milky skin, and soft pouty lips. And then there were her eyes, those eyes that were able to bring any man down to his knees.

"Of course I know why you're here," I growled at her.

I pushed her down the hallway and into my bedroom. With a shove, she fell onto my elaborately furnished king-sized bed. Mikuru gave a delighted little shriek as I forcefully pressed my mouth against hers. I felt up her perfectly-shaped legs, which reminded me to duck back so I could get a good look at her.

Mikuru had probably just came from work, as she had on her white lacy blouse, tight office miniskirt with black pantyhose covering her legs, and high red heels. Against my bed, her hair was spread all over, and her clothes were ruffled up. She looked criminally sexy.

"Damn, I'm going to enjoy this," I muttered as I turned off the lights.

A few hours later, Mikuru and I had sufficiently tired ourselves out. We were now laying on the sofa in the living room, and to tell you the truth, I don't quite remember how we even got here. As Mikuru was nibbling on my ear, I couldn't help but enjoy the quiet moment we had.

"I'm surprised you had time to meet me today," I reluctantly said, breaking the silence.

Mikuru began tracing patterns on my chest. "Work was quick, but I really shouldn't talk about it."

We had an agreement a year ago to never talk about work-related issues. With Mikuru being one of the heads of the time traveler group, and myself being a high-ranking agent of the Pangean ESPers, talking about work would only bring us trouble.

Ever since the incident, all the members of the SOS brigade had been broken up from one another; Haruhi had us randomly transported somewhere in the world. I had found myself in a rundown gas station somewhere in the United States. The only reason why I was able to find Koizumi again was because I had developed ESP powers, and the Pangean world government started to form.

I had met the adult Mikuru a couple years after the incident, and we found a special sort of solace being able to confide in one another. Reuniting with Mikuru was vastly different from meeting with Koizumi again. To put it bluntly, after he was promoted to C.C. rank, he had changed.

"I know that we agreed not to talk about work," I said, "but recently, there's been some talk about something called Project G…?"

Mikuru stiffened.

I continued, "And how it's supposed to destroy every living ESPer?"

Mikuru didn't utter a word for several minutes. "Don't worry about it," she finally said, "I promise that nothing will happen to you." She made a face that told me to stop talking about the subject. She didn't understand what I meant. She thought I was worried about my well-being, when I was actually worried about all the stress that was now placed on her being part of such a dangerous plan.

We cuddled silently for the rest of the night.

"Oh lookie lookie! That cloud looks like a seagull!" Akane said pouncing on the plane seats across from our designated ones.

"Be quiet," I hissed, "You'll disturb the other passengers!"

Although I said that, there was only one other passenger besides us: it was a man sitting three rows ahead of us. He had a distinguishing scar covering the right side of his face. That coupled with his long dark hair, large sunglasses, and the way he was holding his long cigarette made him seem very ominous.

"Oh look at the sea, isn't it the most beautiful shade of blue?" Akane said ignoring me.

"Why are you so energetic today?"

"Hee hee hee," Akane said with a sneaky grin, "We're going to be on a tropical island for a whole week! Bikinis, swimming, and all-you-can-eat pineapples! It's like we're on our honeymoon!"

Did she think that all islands contained unlimited amount of pineapples? Or that pineapples always related to honeymoons?

"We're on an undercover mission!" I hissed, "Make sure you remember that!"

Akane simply went, "Hee hee hee," and continued looking out the window.

I sighed. Earlier today, which was the morning after Mikuru had slept over at my place, I was in Koizumi's office as he explained more about what he wanted me to do about Project G.

"Do you see this island?" Koizumi asked using a laser pointer on a projection, "It's located in the Pacific Ocean right on the borderline between alien and human territory."

"It's alien-owned I assume?" I said.

Koizumi shook his head, "Actually human-owned. However, the way that no one can seem to give any details about what's going on the island, the fact that all people on the island don't leave, and the extremely complex field blocking our sensors, it's almost as if aliens were in control of the island."

"What's going on in that place?" I asked.

"Some independent research project funded with what looks like half the Pangean reserve," Koizumi said.

"Dang, sounds like they're inventing a space ship made of platinum or something."

Koizumi smiled and clasped his hands. "Maybe, but the C.C. members are inclined to think that the money is going into the production of the black sphere: Project G."

I crossed my arms, "Is there any connection between the island and Project G?"

"The island that it's being built on is called Galde."

I narrowed my eyes. "Project G," I said softly.

"Exactly," Koizumi nodded, "Although we don't have any conclusive evidence linking the two, we want you and Yagami to go undercover as new research scientists."

"Just because of that weak-ass coincidence?" I asked. I highly doubt that the C.C. members would have acted on something as small as that.

"Partially, but we also want you to check on this woman, the chief researcher of Galde island. Shortly before moving to this island, her husband and daughter died in a car accident. Her name is Dr. Anna Shulz." Koizumi slid a photograph towards me.

I glanced at the photograph as I started pushing the photo back. As my brain registered the face, I instantly snatched the photograph back towards me. I stared at the face for what seemed like hours before I looked back at Koizumi.

Koizumi grimaced, "That's how I reacted too."

"And why were you surprised about the person in the picture?" Akane asked me bringing me back to the present.

I paused before answering, "She looked very similar to an old friend of mine. My quiet friend that enjoyed reading books."

Except the woman in the picture was in her mid-forties and definitely wasn't the same age as me.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom," Akane said, her mind flitting around.

"Alright, but be quick, we're about to land anytime now."

I peered out the window, now able to see the lush island of Galde. The island itself was very small, consisting of four large buildings, forests, and a long strip of beach. It really didn't seem like a top secret research area at all.

"Leave."

"Hmm?" I sounded looking over to my left. To my surprise, the other passenger on the plane, the man with the long facial scar, was sitting in chair adjacent to mine.

"What did you say?" I asked him.

The man looked directly at me. "Don't stay on the island. Leave as soon as you can; you and your girlfriend are in incredible danger."

"What do you mean?" I asked hurriedly, not bothering to correct him about Akane's relationship with me, "What danger are we in right now?"

The man stood up and proceeded to go back to his own seat. "If you value your life, don't stay on the island."

"What do you mean!" I shouted loudly. The other man didn't reply.

Then intercom spoke. "All passengers, please put on your seat belts as we are preparing to land." Before I could do anything further, Akane zipped down from the aisle and sat down next to me, blocking me from getting to the man. Frustratingly, I sat down and buckled myself in. I steeled my eyes at the guy.

It took only a few minutes before the plane landed. When we did land, I was itching to talk to the man again, and maybe beat in his brain in if he didn't answer my questions. However, he was able to leave before Akane and I even stand.

"Akane, I need to talk to that man. Please move," I said calmly.

Akane looked at me questioningly before letting me through. As I ran down the aisle and down the stairs from the exit, I could see that the man with the scar face was already far gone, being driven in a jeep down a road. He was way too far for me to catch up to him.

"Damn it!" I swore.

"I hope that our island hasn't already displeased you," a female voice chuckled next to me.

"Oh no, I'm sorry about my outburst," I said embarrassed, turning to the speaker. As I saw who it was, I had to give another melancholic sigh. This day was just full of surprises. The lovely girl that stood ahead of me looked exactly like the alien entity that tried to kill me back during the SOS Brigade days: Ryoko Asakura.

What exactly in hell was going on this island?