Chapter Four - Intrusion
The rebels had everything planned perfectly, nothing could possibly go wrong, they weren't taking any chances. They had even installed a metal fence that extended 20 metres below ground to stop people digging their way in. They were still awaiting a response from the Pentagon about their course of action, the rebels even had a contingency plan, so if the Pentagon decided to blow the islands up, they would be ready.
Before he knew it, Alex was doing something he vowed never to do again. He was being strapped into a small black pod, roughly double the size of Alex. His bag of gear was tightly strapped to his back and Alex was fitted in full camouflage gear. He had even had his face painted to match the jungle and a large machete had been slipped into his belt. Because he had been strapped to the seat, he couldn't brush the fair hair that was falling across his sweat-covered forehead. He had no idea what was going on, the black pod he was sitting in wasn't capable of flight… and it was then that he realised it was definitely capable of a crash landing. A jet slowly passed over the pod and stopped so that it was directly above him. Blunt gave him the thumbs up; a group of men slammed the roof of the pod down and latched it shut. There was only one button that was situated in the centre of the pod; it had a small plastic cover over it. It read "emergency open." If you pressed that button there was no going back.
Alex gulped a pure gulp of terror.
A large clamp was lowered over the pod and there was a thud as the hooks held onto it. The pod was lifted up and held steadily in place under the plane, Alex then knew why he was in this small sphere of terror.
A radio concealed somewhere in the pod burst into life with a short two seconds of static. Then Blunts voice pierced the small area of within Alex sat. "This plane will fly you over the Solomon Islands. It will release your pod so that you land in a small lake, which comes off of a river. From there, you must head south to find the camp and retrieve the president. Make your way to the East Coast where a helicopter will meet you," his words were final, matter of fact, the radio died and a low humming began. The jet was firing up…
The man with no name was just one of millions employed at the Pentagon. And he was in charge with ordering the air strike over the Solomon Islands. The terrorists had twenty-four hours to hand over the President or be bombed into next week.
MI6 were unaware of this strike as Alex was released from the plane and went flying towards a large lake.
Alex felt his stomach leave the pod as they slammed into the water at a break-neck speed. He was fully submerged for about a minute but the pod finally popped back above water. He flicked open the plastic case over the button and pressed it down, there was a hiss and the hatch flew open. Alex reached down and unfastened his belt. Alex stood up and looked around, he was right in the centre of a lake, he had to swim to get out. He balanced on the edge of the pod and dived in, his body making a slight splash as it entered the water. He front-scrawled to the beach and climbed onto the beach, the water from his body already beginning to evaporate in the sun. He pulled out a compass, held it into the light and headed south into the jungle…
Two men had seen the pod, floating in the middle of the lake. They had driven back to the compound and explained what they had seen.
"You search the jungle until the intruder is found…" the man started, glaring into the eyes of the rebels, "I want them caught and killed."
