9: Breech Of Dawn
by Chaoseternus

Trust is broken and the rules rewritten when traitors are revealed and secrets released.

Chapter 3: Russian Disaster

In the Siberian Republic of Sakha within the Russian confederation was buried the newest of two secret facilities dedicated to the knowledge that aliens were real and they were not friendly benefactors of humanity as many wished them to be.

This facility, located north of Yakutsk along the Lena River was the construction facility for the Russian Prometheus, built not only with American knowledge but also with designs forced from them.

And in this facility, a disaster was about to occur.

"Free the aliens, free the aliens!"

"They come in piece, and you murder them? Murderers!"

"We must free the aliens"

"Let ET go!"

"Free the Aliens! Before the poisonous minds of the military turns them against us"

Captain Anatoliy gulped, frightened out of his wits by the crowd that gathered outside, screaming about aliens they didn't have. Well, not here anyway.

They were a maddened mob, a riot waiting to explode and all Anatoliy could see was more and more civilians streaming to join the crowd, their faces lined and angry.

And judging by the placards, they thought the Moskva was alien, it was not! It was a product of Mother Russia! Something to prove to the world that Russia was still powerful, still strong.

He knew if he tried to say that he would be shot for treachery, and the crowd would likely not believe it anyway.

So, Anatoliy watched the mob grow, becoming more agitated and prepared to die, defending his countries greatest work.

The crowd surged forward, as if on some unseen cue, charging the tall barbed wire fences, the concrete pillboxes, the front ranks decimated by machine guns and rifles.

But the mob surged forward, quickly covering the short distance to the first defenders. Armed now, the mob surged even farther ahead, first running into soldiers then scientists engineers and construction workers.

It didn't matter to the mob, the military had captured aliens, now then had to free them.

If only they could find the aliens…

Airman First Class Roberson got up that morning and just knew he was going to have a boring day, mainly because his boss, Colonel Frost had told him so the day before.

He was going to be monitoring the oldest piece of space junk the USAF still had control over, an aging fuel less spysat that was only used to train rooks in monitoring sat feeds. Or as punishment.

Roberson knew he was no rook, he got the idea going out with the colonels daughter might not have been such a bright idea after all…

"Wow, shit!" Roberson shouted as he leant backwards away from his desk as it flashed an alert, the momentary glimpse of a massive explosion repeating as the satellite went dead.

Across the room, exclamations were heard as one after another every satellite over Siberia died, their circuits fried.

"Roberson to Frost, could you please get down here and supervise a minute? We have a class A unusual occurrence associated with a major explosion north of Yakutsk , possible EMP wave" Roberson flicked the mic off, it seemed today wasn't going to be boring after all.