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Pulling Out
"He's in there," Marina says. "I can feel it."
"Yeah, along with a hundred Mogs and the biggest goddamn space ship I've ever seen," Nine states.
"I can't sneak in there," I say. "You guys can."
"Why not you?" Six asks.
"You can only turn two invisible at once," I say simply. "But that hanger is only five hundred meters away. I can cover you from here with my rifle. Except, if I shoot, they'll know I'm here."
"Here," Nine says fishing something out of his pocket. "I actually meant to give you this sooner. Just kinda got distracted by...well."
I nod, taking the suppressor from Nine and sliding it over the barrel of my Tavor.
"I'll cover you," I say. "If you need me, send something my way."
Six nodded before turning herself and the others invisible. I lay down just inside the weeds, my barrel hidden by the grass as I watched the Mogadorians moving gear, plants that look mutated, and animals that look equally mutated onto the Warship via extended ramps. There was a Mogadorian in decorative black armor standing near the hangar, along with one that looked familiar, also in black armor but with a leather strap on his arm. Five. His head was shaved now, looking ready for tattoos, like a Mogadorian. After several tense, silent minutes, a cow that was being carried out of a greenhouse began to thrash around, as if trying to break loose. Before it could, the Mogadorian officer drew his blaster and shot it. i felt bad for it, but death was probably worse than anything the Mogadorians had planned. Again there's silence. I slowly look around for any sign of the others. There are some Mogadorians trying to fix a ship on the roof of the hangar, the usual saucer type that I've seen the Mogadorians using when they attacked us.
I turn the rifle toward the hangar door, which is open and inhale sharply. Inside, I can see a metal table with Eight's body in what looks like a body bag. Five has moved inside and is seated beside the body, head in his hands.
"Too late for guilt mother fucker," I growl.
Just as I do, the one of the doors suddenly shudders like something's hit it. Five looks over at it. After a moment, he seems to see something else, something I can't from this distance because he stands, turning toward the door and speaking. One of his eyes is covered, and I can't help but smirk. The fucker may be alive, but at least he's half blind.
"From here, I could probably..." I sight in on Five but stop.
Six and the others may be in between me and him, without me knowing. Best to hold my fire until I know where they are. I turn back to the office as he heads toward the hangar, walking in through the door and stopping, watching as Five spoke, now standing beside Eight again, staring down at the body. After a moment, Five whips around toward the officer, seeming surprised by his presence. Five says something, but I can't hear what. I look down at the rest of the clearing and realize, except for the group trying to work on the ship, the rest of the Mogadorians are gone. Maybe the officer is just collecting their spy so they can leave.
Five walks toward the door but the officer steps in his way. After a brief conversation, the officer looks around Five. Five says something, then drives the blade he used to kill Eight up into the underside of the officer's jaw. The officer drops, disintegrating slowly and leaving bones along with his uniform. Five kicks the remains aside then says something and leaves. After a moment, Nine reappears inside, and Marina a moment later, followed by Six. They walk over to the table with Eight's body and outside, the Mogadorians start to push the ship toward the hangar, apparently giving up on fixing it. I curse, looking back and forth between the Mogadorians and the hangar where Nine and Marina are hugging, apparently having made up. Just as Nine lifts Eight's body so they can leave, the Mogadorians open the door the rest of the way and freeze. I swear, my finger slipping onto the trigger as a turret drops from the bottom of the ship.
I squeeze off two rounds. One Mogadorian explodes into ash instantly. One is hit in the torso and drops, apparently not a fatal shot. The third and fourth are both blasted by the ship's turret. I blink in surprise then finish off the Mogadorian I had shot before. Once he's gone, The others stand from behind the metal table, staring at the ship as the glass over the cockpit slides open. Since it's not exactly a threat, I stand and start forward, looking around cautiously as I hurry toward the hangar where the others are climbing into the ship.
When I reach them, Marina smiles at me and motions for me to join them in the ship. So, I jump onto the saucer, and then climb into the cockpit, sitting in the only empty chair, right next to the body bag.
"That was amazing shooting James," Six says.
"That was only five hundred," I say. "I shouldn't have missed."
"You didn't," Six says.
"If I hadn't, both would have died immediately."
"Dude, you shot someone from further than a soldier in the army can," Nine says and I stare at him, deadpan.
"The army trains to three hundred yards," I say. "The Marine Corps, depending on the weapon, trains to eighteen hundred. It's not surprising that I can outshoot some soldier."
Nine blinks in surprise then rolls his eyes.
"Anyway, it was great shooting," Six says.
I sigh, glancing at Marina, who's staring at Eight's body. Terrific. Now I'm losing to a corpse.
"So, what's the story on this ship?" I ask.
"We're controlling it remotely," John's voice says.
"The hell did you learn to do that?" I ask.
"Long story," John says. "Do you remember Adam? The Mogadorian Sam's dad talked about saving him when we all told our stories?"
"Yeah," I say.
"He's here, helping us," John says. "And he saved my life."
I'm silent for a bit before shrugging.
"The more the merrier I guess," I say. "Everyone okay?"
"The Mogadorians kidnapped Ella," John says. "Aside from that, yes. For now, everyone is alive, at least."
"I could walk you through how to fly it," a clearly Mogadorian voice, obviously Adam, says. "I'd fly you remotely but hacking the ship messed with some of the autopilot protocols. I'm Adam, by the way."
"Pleasure," I say walking over to the driver's seat and motioning for Six to move. "I'm driving."
Six nods and moves back to my seat as I sit down, strapping myself in.
"Alright, let's get this puppy moving," I grin.
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