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Chapter 10
At the same time the airliner was flying overhead, a single navy ship picked up something bizarre as well on its radar.
"Captain we have contacts."
"Do we have a classification?"
"Computer is working on it. Come on you damm piece of junk. Got it. Captain you should take a look at this."
"What do we have?"
"Ten contacts--all classified PIDGEOT Class Scram Jet Cruise Missiles. Altitude 35,000 and gaining fast."
The captain instantly grabbed the com: "All hands level one battle stations." He put down the com and muttered "Dammit those aqua or magma bastards must have found the sub. Triangulate try to find out where the hell they came from.."
"Captain the missiles are at 60,000 and still climbing--speed mach 5.25."
Suddenly there was a bright flash that light up the sky.
The captain screamed "Radar, what the hell!"
"Missiles have detonated. Altitude 100,000. There is some kind of interference." replied radar.
Someone then said, "Hey look at this!"
The captain looked out the bridge window and froze. It looked like millions of shooting stars were lighting up the sky. "Radio, get me naval command. We might be under biological or chemical attack." He then grabbed the com again. "All hands hazmat gear immediately--we may be under biological or chemical attack--repeat hazmat gear, possible biological or chemical attack."
"Ah captain, from that altitude?"
The captain replied, "It's possible. During the second Korean War, anthrax war heated shells were fired from super cannons up to a mile in the atmosphere, just like a giant mortar shell. Same thing in World War I, the Germans used a super cannon to blast Paris from 75 miles away."
"Sir we've triangulated launch point. Heading: 199. Twenty three miles."
The captain yelled: "Go to heading 199--all ahead full. I want to get there as fast as possible. Go to 105 on the reactor. I don't care how many safety regulations we are breaching."
"Sir, should I have the com contact naval command?"
"Yes, not only naval command but military intelligence, the premier, the whole nine yards!"
"Sir we are approaching an island. Is not on our maps."
The captain yelled into the com, "Emergency marine team, full hazmat gear. Prepare for island assault."
Meanwhile on the island Ash and gang were outside the base staring up in mesmerized disbelief at Baileys sick creation. Before anyone could say anything there was a sound--like a laundry dryer only ten times louder. Suddenly flying directly overhead at an insane speed a Westland Lynx naval attack copter blasted by. It made a full 180, slowed down and landed unceremoniously 50 yards away from them. Plastered on the side was the Hoenn Naval Insignia--and below that the initials CHC-011. Out jumped 4 men armed in full biohazard gear with G-36 assault rifles in hand. Before anyone could respond one of the men yelled, "Hands up--Down on the ground!"
Brock said, "Wait a second." But the soldier knocked him out with the butt of his rifle.
"Anyone else? Good. Down on the ground." yelled the soldier.
One of the soldiers, clearly so absorbed in his duty did not notice anything amiss grabbed Ash and bound him with plastic restraints. Ash yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"
The soldier replied most clearly on auto pilot "Team Aqua and/or Magma--you are under arrest for suspected bio-terrorism by the order of Captain Helms of the CHN Phantom. If you try to resist you will be shot on sight. All standard Miranda Rights apply. Men: Secure the island. I want to find out what the hell they have been working on here."
Before anyone else could object to anything--one of the soldiers sprayed something on them and all were knocked out cold. "Stuff them into the chopper and get them back into isolation on the ship."
As the chopper took off one of the soldiers said, "Hey lieutenant didn't you notice something really odd about them?"
The lieutenant yelled back, "Those night vision goggles of yours must be on the fritz again. I didn't notice a thing."
Suddenly there was a beeping sound. The lieutenant took out a com-link and said, "Yes."
"Sir, this is team 2. Your not going to believe this. There is a whole laboratory under this rock. Looks like it was set to self destruct--something must have malfunctioned."
The lieutenant yelled into the com-link, "Full sweep. I want everything down there catalogued down to the smallest speck of dust. Do whatever it---" He was cut off by the voice over the com-link sounding very disturbed and nervous--"Sir, quickly get down here! One of the labs computers is still barely running. You won't believe this."
The lieutenant hustled down to team 2 not knowing that what he would learn--the full extent of the danger to all. For this night was humanities twilight.
Fin
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Rave Drifter