World Domination
Ch. 16
"Sir, we have incoming bogies from the Northeast." Peterson said as he rushed into the main control room where Jerome monitored things. "The sonar is picking it up as bomb planes."
"What did you do with the bodies of the marines who were here?" Jerome said calmly.
"I put them in the morgue, next to the freezer with Eve in it."
"Those bodies were likely to have transmitters. They've been determined overdue and the government is bombing the place with the trackers."
"I'll go get rid of the bodies now."
"That won't do any good. They've locked in on our position." Jerome was still surprisingly calm. "Have our pilots meet them in the Apache helicopters. It is our only chance against them. Get another copter set up for me with a pilot. I have some business to tend to."
"Yes sir, we'll be leaving in no time."
"You're not leaving Peterson. You have to stay and command the pilots. Now go get things set up. We have little time."
**
"Hurry up," Logan muttered to one of the wounded workers. "Disable the command."
"I'm trying," the man said, fighting through the pain of his wounded chest. "I want to stop this as badly as you. My family is in D.C."
The technician finally canceled the launch, and he then began working on ordering all others to halt the launch. The man typed out the message and sent it to all locations.
"Good work, I'll get you out of here to see your family again, okay? Okay?" Logan repeated but got no response. He looked at the man and saw the lifeless stare in his eyes. Logan shut the eyes and laid the man on the floor. "Thank you."
**
Aya followed Price to the location of the trap, where they met a small platoon of Golem Soldiers standing guard. "Drop your weapons," Another normal man dressed in a Golem uniform demanded with a steady voice. "Drop them now or everyone dies." The man held a grenade over the deep pit where the others laid, the grenade ready to explode a few moments after his grip releases on a small lever.
Aya and Price obeyed, dropping the guns to the ground with a metallic clank.
"I thought you guys where trained. You should know never to allow the terrorist to have the control. Now your friends will pay for that." The man wiggled the grenade in his hands tauntingly, then released.
Price had already decided his action. He took two steps and leaped just as the man dropped the grenade. Price grabbed the grenade in midair as he was lunging across the enormous hole in the ground. Finishing the amazing long dive across the hole, he tackled into the man who once held the grenade, and the grenade exploded, killing all the Golems on that side of the hole, and it shook the entire complex.
The ground beneath her shook violently, and Aya instinctively grabbed a pipe on the wall, and the Golem Soldiers around her fell to the shaking. Seeing her moment, Aya grabbed Price's assault rifle and shot the fallen golem soldiers.
The grenade's explosion next to the ground made a huge gap in the floor that extended into the pit that the marines where trapped in. The crater created was deep enough for the marines to reach, and the inside structure provided them something to climb.
**
Peterson stood over the men who were guiding the pilots against the United States Air Force fighter planes.
"Number 4 has two coming around behind him! Get him out of there!"
The young man in the golem uniform worded orders and guidance, but they were to no avail, and a missile from each plane hit the helicopter.
"Damn it! We have only two left."
"One sir," the man just said. "It's hopeless, we're going to be bombed to hell!" The young man got up and raced to the exit.
"Damn traitor!" Peterson yelled as he drew a magnum and shot the man in the back.
Peterson looked at the monitor, and the last Apache helicopter had fallen. He took a deep sigh as he watched on the radar, the regrouping of the planes as the fighter planes surrounded the bombers. He walked out of the command room, and walked slowly down the hallway in his own thoughts.
First came the great rumbling, then the massive vibrations. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. The massive shaking caused a large metal plate to collapse off of the ceiling, and it landed on Peterson, crushing him under its weight. Then the explosive fire consumed the entire underground base.
**
"We've been relying on a murderer this whole time." Robertson said out loud to nobody in particular.
"We're all dead. He's played us all along." Heston said in the same manner.
"You don't know that for sure!" Aya protested. "Logan wouldn't do this! He was captured and tortured by these people."
"You too, were played by him." Heston was fixed in his state of mind. "Paulson is right here in front of us, with a bullet wound in his head. The wound is from a 9mm, and I haven't seen anybody here carry anything weaker than a .357 magnum. Logan carries a 9mm pistol, and this wound is fresh."
"The fact is all of us are carrying a 9mm." Aya said to Logan's defense. Logan was in the main control room, which was just one door away from the large, all metal room the troops stood in.
"The only other person who would've had the opportunity is you Aya. What else could it be? I don't think Paulson went ahead and shot himself. Plus, you might be forgetting about the knife? He admitted that it was his." Heston pulled his pistol and went to the door, braced himself. He opened the door, and found Logan at the computer monitor.
"What the hell took you guys so long?" Logan said as he kept wondering around in the computer system. "I think I'm getting close to finding the location of all other Golem Soldier bases."
Heston backhanded Logan across the head, and he fell off the chair and hit the ground hard. "You're under arrest."
"What the hell? What's your problem?" Logan yelled at them.
"You murdered Paulson and Penn. You've been working for them this whole time, killing one of us every opportunity you get."
Logan tossed his pistol aside, knowing they were going order him to do so anyway. "I did no such thing. I just told you I was going to expose the other locations."
"Roberts, get in here." Heston said, and Roberts was instantly inside. "Find any information on this place you can, and get us an escape route."
"Yes sir." Roberts sat down in the chair Logan was in, and began typing on the keyboard.
Just then, a watch that all the marines had on began beeping a high-pitched tone.
"What the hell does that mean?" Aya asked.
"We've been declared over due and an air strike has already been ordered." Heston said. "We're lucky if we have five minutes to get out. Roberts, hurry with that escape route."
"I've got it. We go to the nearest hall, and go south till we get to a closet containing nothing more than a disposal well, that leads directly to a huge underground sewer. From there, to get out of the complex, we have to run about a mile to a ladder that leads to a manhole."
"Good, let's get going."
"One second sir! I've also found a listing of all other bases run by this terrorist group."
"Alright, everyone else go ahead, we'll be right behind you." Heston grabbed Logan before he walked out. "Not you."
"Of course," Logan muttered. "Can't let the convicted felon have another chance to kill." He shot Heston a look of resentment. "You know very well I didn't do anything to them. You're just looking for somebody to blame."
Heston delivered a blow into Logan's lower back, and Logan dropped to his knees.
"Got 'em sir." Roberts said. "Let's get moving."
Heston grabbed Logan by the shirt collar and pushed up front. "Lead the way."
The three ran to the location, Logan following the instructions Roberts was giving from the blue print. They found the well, and Roberts jumped down first, landing hard in the darkness below.
"You don't come." Heston said. He shot a bullet into Logan's chest to knock him off balance when it hit his Kevlar vest, then pushed him out of the closet and jammed the door with a broomstick. Logan pounded frantically on the door as Heston himself jumped down the well. He ran off into the sewer, guided by dim floodlights that had been installed not long ago, even though the sewer system was abandoned years ago.
Logan stepped back from the door, then charged throwing his shoulder into it. The door caved amazingly easily, Logan not sure if he was stronger than he thought, and he stumbled forward and fell down the well. He landed hard on his back and left shoulder. He staggered to his feet slowly.
"You alright?" A female voice asked.
"Yeah." Logan answered. A dim light flicked on and off and saw Harding on the ground leaning against the wall. "Why are you just sitting here?"
First saw the tears in her eyes. "My legs are paralyzed completely. I can't even walk. I told everyone to leave me behind. Same as I am going to tell you."
"That's ridiculous." Logan walked over and picked her up in his arms.
"Don't. You won't make it in time."
"What the hell does that matter to me? As far as everyone is concerned, I'm a murderer so I'll wind up spending my life in prison anyway. What do I have to lose? We can sure as hell try to save your life."
Logan began running through the dim sewer line. The explosions began from above. The sewers shook violently and Logan worked hard to maintain his balance and run. He heard Harding whimper quietly as she stared behind him. Logan turned his head and saw what it was. There was an enormous blaze engulfing the sewer line and coming towards them in an incredible pace. Logan ran harder, straining for strength and adrenaline.
The heat was rising steadily. He felt it on the back of his neck. He could see sunlight ahead spilling from an open manhole. There was a figure climbing the ladder there, and Logan knew it was Heston.
Aya was yelling at Heston to hurry up at the top of the manhole. She offered him her hand and he took it for extra leverage on the last stretch up the ladder. Heston held onto Aya's hand and he led her away from the manhole.
"Where's Logan?" Aya yelled at him.
"He won't make it!" He yelled a reply. They quickly reached the docks and jumped in to hide from the blaze. Aya followed reluctantly.
Harding was pushed up the ladder as the raging inferno came ever closer. Logan's skin was starting to burn from the immense heat alone. Harding reached the top and Logan scrambled up behind her. Gasping for air and weakening rapidly, he forced himself to pick up Harding and keep moving. The Sewer Line was expanded too much by the pressure created in the inferno, and it began exploding through the surface of the land and spraying concrete and flames everywhere.
The bombing planes were still in the air and they released another barrage of bombs. They landed when Logan reached the edge of the water, and instead of diving in like he planned, the massive explosions shook the ground so badly that it managed to launch him in the air and toss him into the water.
The planes left and the raging infernos of the destruction died down. The marines gathered on a nearby wooden dock and laid down, breathing hard. Heston was not pleased to see Logan there, but everyone else was praising him for saving Harding's life, and they pretty much forgot their accusations about Penn and Paulson.
There was a rustle in the destruction of the harbor. Out of the rubble, a creature emerged. "Ha! I win guy-sh!" Dylan yelled at the top of his raspy, slurred voice. "You guy-sh have nothing on me guy-sh!" Dylan began doing a celebration dance, tripped over his own feet, fell, and broke his neck. He slowly began dissolving away into nothing.
**
Peterson woke under the large metal plate. It had managed to deflect the blaze away from him. He struggled to get out from under it, but only managed to get his upper torso out before he ran out of energy. His own blood spread in all directions underneath him. He looked ahead of him and saw a room, a room that used to have a wall blocking vision, and he suddenly felt dread. It was the freezer room. It was totally dismantled and Freon was leaking massively from all the freezers, and the freezer walls had been compromised.
The freezer wall collapsed, and she rose out of it. Eve evolved to a point she never had taken before. She had emerald green wings that matched her eyes and looked like that of a bat. There was a row of sharp, thin spikes that lined her calf muscles and forearms. They gleamed with the color of titanium. She had a tail that wrapped around her legs and bound them together, a talon at the end of it. Her teeth had grown 4 fangs that barely fit inside her closed mouth.
She flew over to Peterson, moving slowly and keeping her feet barely above the ground. Her tail unwound around her and the talon quivered with anticipation as if it had a mind of it's own. In a flash it slit his throat and kept it's momentum and wrapped back around her legs. She grinned maniacally and opened a wormhole portal, and jumped through it.
Ch. 16
"Sir, we have incoming bogies from the Northeast." Peterson said as he rushed into the main control room where Jerome monitored things. "The sonar is picking it up as bomb planes."
"What did you do with the bodies of the marines who were here?" Jerome said calmly.
"I put them in the morgue, next to the freezer with Eve in it."
"Those bodies were likely to have transmitters. They've been determined overdue and the government is bombing the place with the trackers."
"I'll go get rid of the bodies now."
"That won't do any good. They've locked in on our position." Jerome was still surprisingly calm. "Have our pilots meet them in the Apache helicopters. It is our only chance against them. Get another copter set up for me with a pilot. I have some business to tend to."
"Yes sir, we'll be leaving in no time."
"You're not leaving Peterson. You have to stay and command the pilots. Now go get things set up. We have little time."
**
"Hurry up," Logan muttered to one of the wounded workers. "Disable the command."
"I'm trying," the man said, fighting through the pain of his wounded chest. "I want to stop this as badly as you. My family is in D.C."
The technician finally canceled the launch, and he then began working on ordering all others to halt the launch. The man typed out the message and sent it to all locations.
"Good work, I'll get you out of here to see your family again, okay? Okay?" Logan repeated but got no response. He looked at the man and saw the lifeless stare in his eyes. Logan shut the eyes and laid the man on the floor. "Thank you."
**
Aya followed Price to the location of the trap, where they met a small platoon of Golem Soldiers standing guard. "Drop your weapons," Another normal man dressed in a Golem uniform demanded with a steady voice. "Drop them now or everyone dies." The man held a grenade over the deep pit where the others laid, the grenade ready to explode a few moments after his grip releases on a small lever.
Aya and Price obeyed, dropping the guns to the ground with a metallic clank.
"I thought you guys where trained. You should know never to allow the terrorist to have the control. Now your friends will pay for that." The man wiggled the grenade in his hands tauntingly, then released.
Price had already decided his action. He took two steps and leaped just as the man dropped the grenade. Price grabbed the grenade in midair as he was lunging across the enormous hole in the ground. Finishing the amazing long dive across the hole, he tackled into the man who once held the grenade, and the grenade exploded, killing all the Golems on that side of the hole, and it shook the entire complex.
The ground beneath her shook violently, and Aya instinctively grabbed a pipe on the wall, and the Golem Soldiers around her fell to the shaking. Seeing her moment, Aya grabbed Price's assault rifle and shot the fallen golem soldiers.
The grenade's explosion next to the ground made a huge gap in the floor that extended into the pit that the marines where trapped in. The crater created was deep enough for the marines to reach, and the inside structure provided them something to climb.
**
Peterson stood over the men who were guiding the pilots against the United States Air Force fighter planes.
"Number 4 has two coming around behind him! Get him out of there!"
The young man in the golem uniform worded orders and guidance, but they were to no avail, and a missile from each plane hit the helicopter.
"Damn it! We have only two left."
"One sir," the man just said. "It's hopeless, we're going to be bombed to hell!" The young man got up and raced to the exit.
"Damn traitor!" Peterson yelled as he drew a magnum and shot the man in the back.
Peterson looked at the monitor, and the last Apache helicopter had fallen. He took a deep sigh as he watched on the radar, the regrouping of the planes as the fighter planes surrounded the bombers. He walked out of the command room, and walked slowly down the hallway in his own thoughts.
First came the great rumbling, then the massive vibrations. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. The massive shaking caused a large metal plate to collapse off of the ceiling, and it landed on Peterson, crushing him under its weight. Then the explosive fire consumed the entire underground base.
**
"We've been relying on a murderer this whole time." Robertson said out loud to nobody in particular.
"We're all dead. He's played us all along." Heston said in the same manner.
"You don't know that for sure!" Aya protested. "Logan wouldn't do this! He was captured and tortured by these people."
"You too, were played by him." Heston was fixed in his state of mind. "Paulson is right here in front of us, with a bullet wound in his head. The wound is from a 9mm, and I haven't seen anybody here carry anything weaker than a .357 magnum. Logan carries a 9mm pistol, and this wound is fresh."
"The fact is all of us are carrying a 9mm." Aya said to Logan's defense. Logan was in the main control room, which was just one door away from the large, all metal room the troops stood in.
"The only other person who would've had the opportunity is you Aya. What else could it be? I don't think Paulson went ahead and shot himself. Plus, you might be forgetting about the knife? He admitted that it was his." Heston pulled his pistol and went to the door, braced himself. He opened the door, and found Logan at the computer monitor.
"What the hell took you guys so long?" Logan said as he kept wondering around in the computer system. "I think I'm getting close to finding the location of all other Golem Soldier bases."
Heston backhanded Logan across the head, and he fell off the chair and hit the ground hard. "You're under arrest."
"What the hell? What's your problem?" Logan yelled at them.
"You murdered Paulson and Penn. You've been working for them this whole time, killing one of us every opportunity you get."
Logan tossed his pistol aside, knowing they were going order him to do so anyway. "I did no such thing. I just told you I was going to expose the other locations."
"Roberts, get in here." Heston said, and Roberts was instantly inside. "Find any information on this place you can, and get us an escape route."
"Yes sir." Roberts sat down in the chair Logan was in, and began typing on the keyboard.
Just then, a watch that all the marines had on began beeping a high-pitched tone.
"What the hell does that mean?" Aya asked.
"We've been declared over due and an air strike has already been ordered." Heston said. "We're lucky if we have five minutes to get out. Roberts, hurry with that escape route."
"I've got it. We go to the nearest hall, and go south till we get to a closet containing nothing more than a disposal well, that leads directly to a huge underground sewer. From there, to get out of the complex, we have to run about a mile to a ladder that leads to a manhole."
"Good, let's get going."
"One second sir! I've also found a listing of all other bases run by this terrorist group."
"Alright, everyone else go ahead, we'll be right behind you." Heston grabbed Logan before he walked out. "Not you."
"Of course," Logan muttered. "Can't let the convicted felon have another chance to kill." He shot Heston a look of resentment. "You know very well I didn't do anything to them. You're just looking for somebody to blame."
Heston delivered a blow into Logan's lower back, and Logan dropped to his knees.
"Got 'em sir." Roberts said. "Let's get moving."
Heston grabbed Logan by the shirt collar and pushed up front. "Lead the way."
The three ran to the location, Logan following the instructions Roberts was giving from the blue print. They found the well, and Roberts jumped down first, landing hard in the darkness below.
"You don't come." Heston said. He shot a bullet into Logan's chest to knock him off balance when it hit his Kevlar vest, then pushed him out of the closet and jammed the door with a broomstick. Logan pounded frantically on the door as Heston himself jumped down the well. He ran off into the sewer, guided by dim floodlights that had been installed not long ago, even though the sewer system was abandoned years ago.
Logan stepped back from the door, then charged throwing his shoulder into it. The door caved amazingly easily, Logan not sure if he was stronger than he thought, and he stumbled forward and fell down the well. He landed hard on his back and left shoulder. He staggered to his feet slowly.
"You alright?" A female voice asked.
"Yeah." Logan answered. A dim light flicked on and off and saw Harding on the ground leaning against the wall. "Why are you just sitting here?"
First saw the tears in her eyes. "My legs are paralyzed completely. I can't even walk. I told everyone to leave me behind. Same as I am going to tell you."
"That's ridiculous." Logan walked over and picked her up in his arms.
"Don't. You won't make it in time."
"What the hell does that matter to me? As far as everyone is concerned, I'm a murderer so I'll wind up spending my life in prison anyway. What do I have to lose? We can sure as hell try to save your life."
Logan began running through the dim sewer line. The explosions began from above. The sewers shook violently and Logan worked hard to maintain his balance and run. He heard Harding whimper quietly as she stared behind him. Logan turned his head and saw what it was. There was an enormous blaze engulfing the sewer line and coming towards them in an incredible pace. Logan ran harder, straining for strength and adrenaline.
The heat was rising steadily. He felt it on the back of his neck. He could see sunlight ahead spilling from an open manhole. There was a figure climbing the ladder there, and Logan knew it was Heston.
Aya was yelling at Heston to hurry up at the top of the manhole. She offered him her hand and he took it for extra leverage on the last stretch up the ladder. Heston held onto Aya's hand and he led her away from the manhole.
"Where's Logan?" Aya yelled at him.
"He won't make it!" He yelled a reply. They quickly reached the docks and jumped in to hide from the blaze. Aya followed reluctantly.
Harding was pushed up the ladder as the raging inferno came ever closer. Logan's skin was starting to burn from the immense heat alone. Harding reached the top and Logan scrambled up behind her. Gasping for air and weakening rapidly, he forced himself to pick up Harding and keep moving. The Sewer Line was expanded too much by the pressure created in the inferno, and it began exploding through the surface of the land and spraying concrete and flames everywhere.
The bombing planes were still in the air and they released another barrage of bombs. They landed when Logan reached the edge of the water, and instead of diving in like he planned, the massive explosions shook the ground so badly that it managed to launch him in the air and toss him into the water.
The planes left and the raging infernos of the destruction died down. The marines gathered on a nearby wooden dock and laid down, breathing hard. Heston was not pleased to see Logan there, but everyone else was praising him for saving Harding's life, and they pretty much forgot their accusations about Penn and Paulson.
There was a rustle in the destruction of the harbor. Out of the rubble, a creature emerged. "Ha! I win guy-sh!" Dylan yelled at the top of his raspy, slurred voice. "You guy-sh have nothing on me guy-sh!" Dylan began doing a celebration dance, tripped over his own feet, fell, and broke his neck. He slowly began dissolving away into nothing.
**
Peterson woke under the large metal plate. It had managed to deflect the blaze away from him. He struggled to get out from under it, but only managed to get his upper torso out before he ran out of energy. His own blood spread in all directions underneath him. He looked ahead of him and saw a room, a room that used to have a wall blocking vision, and he suddenly felt dread. It was the freezer room. It was totally dismantled and Freon was leaking massively from all the freezers, and the freezer walls had been compromised.
The freezer wall collapsed, and she rose out of it. Eve evolved to a point she never had taken before. She had emerald green wings that matched her eyes and looked like that of a bat. There was a row of sharp, thin spikes that lined her calf muscles and forearms. They gleamed with the color of titanium. She had a tail that wrapped around her legs and bound them together, a talon at the end of it. Her teeth had grown 4 fangs that barely fit inside her closed mouth.
She flew over to Peterson, moving slowly and keeping her feet barely above the ground. Her tail unwound around her and the talon quivered with anticipation as if it had a mind of it's own. In a flash it slit his throat and kept it's momentum and wrapped back around her legs. She grinned maniacally and opened a wormhole portal, and jumped through it.