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These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free. By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free. By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
“Go, go, go!” Jerry shouted, his arm waving as Johnny, Lewie and then Aaron all rushed past. He put his assault rifle to his eye, or close enough as his large, black-framed glasses would allow, and fired.
Coming just around the bend and raising up what looked like a pen was a Gray. Jerry’s shot took it in the shoulder, but since its frame was so small and the force of the gun so much, the blast took of the thing’s whole side. Blowing out his breath in relief that the alien hadn’t gotten the flash gun up in time, Jerry started forward.
“There it is,” Paul was saying when Jerry got up against a parked alien UFO of some sort, another one beside it so they had some cover.
“See it,” Aaron said, emptying out the clips from his guns and then re-inserting them again, a nervous habit he had.
“How are you gonna–”
Lewie’s words were cut off as a laser or weapon of some sort blasted right into the UFO near their heads.
“Sombitch!” Jonny said, those large black lips of his quivering in anger. He grabbed hold tightly of his sawed-off Remington, jumped up, and fired a shot off in the direction the laser blast had come, then another and another before falling back down.
“They’re movin’ in,” he said, his eyes darting this way and that.
“It’s alright,” Paul said, his voice level and calm, like always, “we just have to get to that door, get it open, and that’s that – the controls to the sonic and all the rest of Dulce are in there.”
“Then let’s move,” Jerry said, and started to rise up, “you men move and I’ll cover the rear – get that door open!”
The others didn’t have much choice in the matter – Jerry jumped up and began firing his rifle rapidly, those thick glasses of his obscuring his eyes, but not the wicked grin on his face.
“Move!” Aaron shouted, and the others took off, Lewie charging forth across the open floor toward the command center thirty yards away, Paul and Johnny and then Aaron behind him.
“C’mon,” Aaron shouted once they’d moved a bit and Jerry was still behind, shooting at the Grays behind them, “we can’t get too far from Paul!”
Aaron kept back-stepping as he said it, and within another moment he was already ten yards from Jerry.
“Jerry, c’mon!” he shouted again, but it was too late. Paul was far enough away now, as well as the protection his mental blocking ability afforded. One of the Grays somewhere in the distance or firing upon them from afar sensed this, and began to work its mental muscle.
“Paul!” Aaron shouted, and ahead of him Johnny and then Paul turned about.
“Damn!” Paul said under his breath, the first that any of them had heard him swear. Ahead of him Jerry was struggling, his rifle beginning to move back to point at his head, his arms fighting a losing battle to prevent his body from unintentionally killing itself.
“Fuck this!” Johnny said, and grabbed one of the grenades fastened at his belt. He lobbed it up and over where Jerry had been shooting, and a few moments later it exploded.
BOOM!
Not waiting to see if that did the trick or not, Jerry rushed forth and started firing into the smoky area past the parked UFOs where the alien fire had been coming from.
“Got him!” Lewie shouted, and Johnny looked over his shoulder to see Jerry down on the ground, and once again under command of his own faculties. Paul was near.
“Let’s get to that door before this happens again!” he shouted at them, although it sounded more like the way an average person talked.
It was clear that what Grays there were in the port area of the base hadn’t been expecting an attack, and were now scurrying to play catch up. What’s more, already several of their number had been gunned-down, the initial Gray by Paul and then the one by Jerry, not counting however many Johnny had just managed to blow to hell or whatever version of it the things had. It was for that reason that the five special forces soldiers managed to race across the thirty yards of open port hangar floor to reach the small command facility building set square in the center of the large space. No further shots came, and within seconds Johnny was fiddling with the controls.
“C’mon!” Lewie shouted, looking around nervously, his rifle held up and at the ready.
“Blow it!” Jerry shouted a second later.
“We need this building secure,” Paul said calmly, giving the two men an even look.
“Got it!” Johnny said a moment later, and there was an audible click, hiss of air, and then the door opened. The men rushed inside.
Coming just around the bend and raising up what looked like a pen was a Gray. Jerry’s shot took it in the shoulder, but since its frame was so small and the force of the gun so much, the blast took of the thing’s whole side. Blowing out his breath in relief that the alien hadn’t gotten the flash gun up in time, Jerry started forward.
“There it is,” Paul was saying when Jerry got up against a parked alien UFO of some sort, another one beside it so they had some cover.
“See it,” Aaron said, emptying out the clips from his guns and then re-inserting them again, a nervous habit he had.
“How are you gonna–”
Lewie’s words were cut off as a laser or weapon of some sort blasted right into the UFO near their heads.
“Sombitch!” Jonny said, those large black lips of his quivering in anger. He grabbed hold tightly of his sawed-off Remington, jumped up, and fired a shot off in the direction the laser blast had come, then another and another before falling back down.
“They’re movin’ in,” he said, his eyes darting this way and that.
“It’s alright,” Paul said, his voice level and calm, like always, “we just have to get to that door, get it open, and that’s that – the controls to the sonic and all the rest of Dulce are in there.”
“Then let’s move,” Jerry said, and started to rise up, “you men move and I’ll cover the rear – get that door open!”
The others didn’t have much choice in the matter – Jerry jumped up and began firing his rifle rapidly, those thick glasses of his obscuring his eyes, but not the wicked grin on his face.
“Move!” Aaron shouted, and the others took off, Lewie charging forth across the open floor toward the command center thirty yards away, Paul and Johnny and then Aaron behind him.
“C’mon,” Aaron shouted once they’d moved a bit and Jerry was still behind, shooting at the Grays behind them, “we can’t get too far from Paul!”
Aaron kept back-stepping as he said it, and within another moment he was already ten yards from Jerry.
“Jerry, c’mon!” he shouted again, but it was too late. Paul was far enough away now, as well as the protection his mental blocking ability afforded. One of the Grays somewhere in the distance or firing upon them from afar sensed this, and began to work its mental muscle.
“Paul!” Aaron shouted, and ahead of him Johnny and then Paul turned about.
“Damn!” Paul said under his breath, the first that any of them had heard him swear. Ahead of him Jerry was struggling, his rifle beginning to move back to point at his head, his arms fighting a losing battle to prevent his body from unintentionally killing itself.
“Fuck this!” Johnny said, and grabbed one of the grenades fastened at his belt. He lobbed it up and over where Jerry had been shooting, and a few moments later it exploded.
BOOM!
Not waiting to see if that did the trick or not, Jerry rushed forth and started firing into the smoky area past the parked UFOs where the alien fire had been coming from.
“Got him!” Lewie shouted, and Johnny looked over his shoulder to see Jerry down on the ground, and once again under command of his own faculties. Paul was near.
“Let’s get to that door before this happens again!” he shouted at them, although it sounded more like the way an average person talked.
It was clear that what Grays there were in the port area of the base hadn’t been expecting an attack, and were now scurrying to play catch up. What’s more, already several of their number had been gunned-down, the initial Gray by Paul and then the one by Jerry, not counting however many Johnny had just managed to blow to hell or whatever version of it the things had. It was for that reason that the five special forces soldiers managed to race across the thirty yards of open port hangar floor to reach the small command facility building set square in the center of the large space. No further shots came, and within seconds Johnny was fiddling with the controls.
“C’mon!” Lewie shouted, looking around nervously, his rifle held up and at the ready.
“Blow it!” Jerry shouted a second later.
“We need this building secure,” Paul said calmly, giving the two men an even look.
“Got it!” Johnny said a moment later, and there was an audible click, hiss of air, and then the door opened. The men rushed inside.
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