sources on the ground.”
“Maybe the Chinese are attacking us somehow. Give my staff a chance to verify all this apocalyptic stuff. These stories cannot be real.”
A tall brown-skinned woman at the table stood and rolled her eyes at the scientific advisor. “Sir, the Chinese are not attacking us. They are trying to figure out what is going on over here. Their satellite screens lit up as if we are about to launch a nuclear missile against them,” she said. “They are prepared to attack and we reassured them no nuclear attack is about to occur.”
Wallace faced his Presidential Advisor Patricia Jones. “What happened, Jones? What closed off our entire west coast and is making its way here?”
“A Globe Master is up, sir, to answer your question.”
President Wallace nodded. “Put them on.”
Patricia Jones pressed a button on the long table. Bose speakers embedded in the ceiling turned on with high definition clarity. “Sectarian One, you’re a go.”
Colonel Moss Lindsey and his entire crew sat buckled in a BOING 767 AWACS. The AWACS rattled from heavy turbulence as they headed towards the black clouds perched over Los Angeles.
Colonel Lindsey steadied the heavy AWACS controls. He stared at his copilot, Captain Darleen Straton and shook his head. He faced storm clouds before, hundreds. After twenty years as an Air Force pilot, what he faced made him want to retire. The clouds in their path swelled. Lightening flickered like broken fingers within the dark mass they approached.
He blinked his eyes several times and rubbed them. He pointed out the cockpit window at what sat to their front. “What is that?”
She returned his gaze, her face ashen. “Are those people?”
Colonel Lindsey scrutinized the clouds for a solid minute. Twisted bodies appeared amongst the dark clouds. Fear dried his mouth. His heartbeat pounded hard in his ears and for a second his thoughts froze.
“Colonel Lindsey, this is the president speaking.”
“Hello, sir.”
“Don’t rush, colonel. What’s out there?”
“The clouds are breathing, swelling, and bodies are in the clouds, several thousand bodies. All bodies…some are fighting and being ripped apart by things.” Colonel Lindsey tried not to scream. Bodies floated outside the plane’s Perspex window.
Lindsey’s eyes beheld horned beasts, some fat and some skinny. Others moved hunched over. Their figures covered in shiny red liquid, while others scurried about adorned with several arms and legs attached to their forms.
“Monsters, sir,” he said. His tongue became cottony. He swallowed hard to force down his fear. “Sir, I’m going to get in closer, I can’t believe this.”
Colonel Lindsey pushed the controls forward, the AWACS eased ahead and buckled from the tremendous turbulence. Lightening flashed and the bodies became more frantic. They gyrated in horrible broken rhythms. The monsters wore dark grins. Some urged the pilots forward.
Colonel Lindsey sucked in air as the BOING 767 plunged into the black mass spread above the city. The AWACS shook hard from the turbulence, enough to jostle loose machine tightened rivets from the frame. Equipment sparked. An electrical fire ignited somewhere within the plane, filling the interior with its blue-arc scent.
Distant screams joined by horrific moans poured into the plane from outside as they flew deeper amongst the clouds and closer to the crater near downtown Los Angeles.
“What’s happening, Colonel Lindsey? Talk to me.”
“Sir,” he said.
Bodies bumped against the cockpit window. A naked woman hit the glass like a mosquito. She clawed at the thick Perspex, her nails created a high screech, leaving bloody scour marks against the surface. A grinning monster snatched her away. Lindsey broke into a sweat. The strong urge to pull up the plane and escape the madness overcame him.
“Darlene, we’re out of here. Go. Go.”
President Wallace leaned over the table. “Talk
“Maybe the Chinese are attacking us somehow. Give my staff a chance to verify all this apocalyptic stuff. These stories cannot be real.”
A tall brown-skinned woman at the table stood and rolled her eyes at the scientific advisor. “Sir, the Chinese are not attacking us. They are trying to figure out what is going on over here. Their satellite screens lit up as if we are about to launch a nuclear missile against them,” she said. “They are prepared to attack and we reassured them no nuclear attack is about to occur.”
Wallace faced his Presidential Advisor Patricia Jones. “What happened, Jones? What closed off our entire west coast and is making its way here?”
“A Globe Master is up, sir, to answer your question.”
President Wallace nodded. “Put them on.”
Patricia Jones pressed a button on the long table. Bose speakers embedded in the ceiling turned on with high definition clarity. “Sectarian One, you’re a go.”
Colonel Moss Lindsey and his entire crew sat buckled in a BOING 767 AWACS. The AWACS rattled from heavy turbulence as they headed towards the black clouds perched over Los Angeles.
Colonel Lindsey steadied the heavy AWACS controls. He stared at his copilot, Captain Darleen Straton and shook his head. He faced storm clouds before, hundreds. After twenty years as an Air Force pilot, what he faced made him want to retire. The clouds in their path swelled. Lightening flickered like broken fingers within the dark mass they approached.
He blinked his eyes several times and rubbed them. He pointed out the cockpit window at what sat to their front. “What is that?”
She returned his gaze, her face ashen. “Are those people?”
Colonel Lindsey scrutinized the clouds for a solid minute. Twisted bodies appeared amongst the dark clouds. Fear dried his mouth. His heartbeat pounded hard in his ears and for a second his thoughts froze.
“Colonel Lindsey, this is the president speaking.”
“Hello, sir.”
“Don’t rush, colonel. What’s out there?”
“The clouds are breathing, swelling, and bodies are in the clouds, several thousand bodies. All bodies…some are fighting and being ripped apart by things.” Colonel Lindsey tried not to scream. Bodies floated outside the plane’s Perspex window.
Lindsey’s eyes beheld horned beasts, some fat and some skinny. Others moved hunched over. Their figures covered in shiny red liquid, while others scurried about adorned with several arms and legs attached to their forms.
“Monsters, sir,” he said. His tongue became cottony. He swallowed hard to force down his fear. “Sir, I’m going to get in closer, I can’t believe this.”
Colonel Lindsey pushed the controls forward, the AWACS eased ahead and buckled from the tremendous turbulence. Lightening flashed and the bodies became more frantic. They gyrated in horrible broken rhythms. The monsters wore dark grins. Some urged the pilots forward.
Colonel Lindsey sucked in air as the BOING 767 plunged into the black mass spread above the city. The AWACS shook hard from the turbulence, enough to jostle loose machine tightened rivets from the frame. Equipment sparked. An electrical fire ignited somewhere within the plane, filling the interior with its blue-arc scent.
Distant screams joined by horrific moans poured into the plane from outside as they flew deeper amongst the clouds and closer to the crater near downtown Los Angeles.
“What’s happening, Colonel Lindsey? Talk to me.”
“Sir,” he said.
Bodies bumped against the cockpit window. A naked woman hit the glass like a mosquito. She clawed at the thick Perspex, her nails created a high screech, leaving bloody scour marks against the surface. A grinning monster snatched her away. Lindsey broke into a sweat. The strong urge to pull up the plane and escape the madness overcame him.
“Darlene, we’re out of here. Go. Go.”
President Wallace leaned over the table. “Talk
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