Pleiadian Rescuer

by Benedict Stone

  “To start with, you both need to start working on your own spiritualism and begin to open your third eye. Until then, you will be of little use in the early part of the mission. Once your minds are open, you will begin to receive the knowledge necessary for the tasks ahead. You must both continue with your respective lines of work. Jeff, monitor the status of the health system. We believe that something is wrong within it, but we cannot ascertain what the problem is. We hope that your position will render us some intelligence. Pass that information on to Archie.” That kind of made sense. As a hospital porter, Jeff had access to areas that would generally be very difficult to gain entry to.

  Looking a bit confused, Jeff asked, “What am I looking for?”

  “Anything out of the ordinary. Particularly within the accident department and the mortuary.” Blondie’s tone was low, and his speech was deliberate. “Joe, you need to keep working within the underworld. There you have a network of contacts and access to things that may be required later.”

  “Are we all satisfied?” Archie was anxious to crack on.

  “No, not really,” Jeff said with a smile on his face as he started to make his way to the back of the van. “I was hoping for a ride in a flying fucking saucer.”

  “You Twat, Jeff. I thought you were serious for a second.” Archie couldn’t keep the grin from his face either.

  “What the fuck?” Jeff shouted in a panic as he opened the back door and fell on his arse.

  “Meet Kaiser and Reg,” Archie said between belly laughs. “Sorry, I forgot to mention them.”

  “Yeah, you did, didn’t you? Fucking idiot – I nearly shit myself!” The laughter grew. Even Blondie was pissing himself as Jeff fell victim to a severe slob attack.

  14

  Fishing Lake

  Between Birmingham and Luton

  England

  Midnight

  Everything was ready to go. Joey knew his stuff alright. Archie was surprised at how quickly his cousin had gotten the van prepared for torching. As he was standing there, memories of their childhood came flooding back. He could clearly remember the three of them over the field working on a shitty little mini motorbike that they had decided to build. Jeff was the planner - the designer, and he was reading the plans while Joey put in to practice what was being said – he was the builder. Basically, the thing was made from two bicycle frames welded together with a small lawn mower engine bolted under the seat. It was a fantastic bit of engineering for three kids under the age of ten. Archie’s role in the escapade was test pilot. The bike worked perfectly until he tried to jump over a ditch, where, upon landing, the frame welds disintegrated, sending him over the handlebars, and causing him to land headfirst on to a rock. Four hours, and twelve stitches later, the pit-crew and pilot were back home, patting each other on the back for a job well done. The three boys were as thick as thieves. As the memory passed through his mind, it brought a huge smile to Archie’s face.

  “It’s ready, Arch.” Joeys voice brought him out of his reminiscing. “Are you sure you want it burnt?”

  “Yeah, there’s no choice, Joe,” Archie replied in a solemn tone. He liked the van more than any other vehicle he had owned, but he just couldn’t take the chance on it. “If it’s found burnt out, and it’s been made, I’m hoping the police will think it had been stolen. Listen, once you’ve sorted the motor out, get round to my place and give Lucy a rundown of what’s going on, and get her to report the motor stolen in the morning. Flip me a text message once you have given her the phone, and I’ll ring her. One more thing, take the dogs with you as well… the kids will love it.”

  Jeff looked at Archie with a frown. “The kids might love it, but Lucy will do her nut.”

  “Don’t worry about that; just don’t take them in until after I’ve spoken to her,” Archie said with a smile as he thought of how Lucy would react to two big dogs turning up at the front door.

  Just before they were about to go their separate ways, Archie went over the plan again. Everyone was in agreement - everyone except for Blondie. “It is not wise that they join us at the Stones,” he said. “There is a strong possibility that we will find ourselves engaged in combat, and they do not have the knowledge or skills required for such an event. I fear they will not survive.” Pausing, he looked around the small circle of men. “It would be better for them to begin their spiritual work as soon as possible. This way, when the time is right for them to be involved in military operations, hopefully, they will have opened their consciousness enough that they will be ready. Or at least, they will be open to receiving the information they will need, as you have, Archie. However, the decision remains yours.”

  Before Archie could answer, Jeff spoke up. “Nah, fuck that!” he said with a scowl. “If it’s going to get naughty, then we need to be there. Archie’s my brother, and he can’t do this on his own.”

  “Slow down, Jeff. I think he could be right,” Archie said thoughtfully. “Without my martial arts training and the information flashes, I don’t think I could have done what I have. Honestly, I think I’d be dead. Besides, if something happens to me, I need you two to look after Lucy and the kids.”

  After a few minutes of discussion, Archie had made his decision - they wouldn’t meet up at Avebury. So, with that in mind, he also decided to keep all of the rifles and only give the two men a pistol each. He showed them how to use the weapons and gave them an extra magazine each.

  It was time to leave, and after saying their goodbyes and good lucks, they made their way out of the fishery. Archie hoped that by this time tomorrow, Blondie would be on his way home, and he would be sleeping in his own bed.

  As the crow flies, it was only about 70 miles or so to Avebury, and at this time of night, it wouldn’t take long to get there. Driving along the A346, Archie decided to put the radio on to see if any news reports related to what he was experiencing, but the station was playing some shit old country music.

  Looking over at the Pleiadian, he saw that the man had just as bad a taste in music as he did hairstyles as he sat there tapping his foot and swaying his head to the tune.

  “Are you sure we were friends before my reincarnation?” Archie asked with a smile. “Look at you bopping away to this shit; no friend of mine would like this crap.”

  As the Pleiadian grinned at the Earth Born, the music was cut away, and a news flash caused the alien’s appreciation of the tunes to evaporate in an instant.

  “The small town of Avebury, in Wiltshire has had to be evacuated for a second night running amid fears of a large gas leak. Emergency Services are working alongside the Gas Board to rectify the situation. It is thought that a mains pipe that supplies the entire county, had suffered a serious rupture earlier in the week has failed again after being repaired…”

  “Gas leak my arse. It sounds like they have the area well secured. We could be in for a bit of a bundle,” Archie said as he glanced over to Blondie.

  “Indeed, it does. I think you mean fight?” The Pleiadian replied with the slightest look of confusion on his face.

  Archie laughed and replied. “Yeah, mate. That is exactly what I mean… fight. Sorry, maybe I need to start speaking the queens English.”

  Turning the people carrier onto the A4, he pulled into a layby and checked the map. He didn’t want to just drive into town knowing there was a welcoming committee waiting for them. From what he could see, the small village seemed to be flanked pretty much on all sides by fields. Two roads ran through the place, which intersected more or less, right in the centre of town. At that moment, they were stopped just South East of the target area.

  The route that Archie was originally going to take was along the A4, to the small town of West Kennett. From there he was going to travel North onto the B4003, cross over a small junction, onto the A4361 and drive straight into the village of Avebury. But this way was not an option anymore, not with an ambush waiting for them. A new plan was needed.

  Studying the map, he noticed that the road
which led into the town from the East was called Green Street; this had to be an Oman. Archie’s beloved football team used to have, until a few years ago, their stadium on the road called Green Street, in Upton Park, East London. He had plenty of good memories of that place, and again wondered if this was synchronicity at work. It didn’t matter. That was their route in, but he wasn’t just going to drive in.

  Archie decided to drive along the A4 and turn right onto what looked like a dirt road, which was probably five or six hundred yards before the town of West Kennett and head North. He would stay on the road for approximately three-quarters of a mile before ditching the motor and walking across the field until they got to Green Street. From there they would have to wing it and see what happened.

  He had his plan, now it was time to double check he had all of his shit in order. There was no point rushing headlong into trouble and finding out that you were missing something vital. Besides, he had a bit of time to kill anyway; he wasn’t going to move until he had spoken to home, and he couldn’t do that until Jeff and Joey had done their part. In the meantime, he’d check, double-check, and re-check the kit over again.

  Having sorted out the equipment he’d be taking, he decided it was time to move the motor onto the dirt road. Headlights off, thermal up, he started towards West Kennett. When he located the track on the right, he pulled the vehicle onto it and stopped after about a mile. That left about a hundred and fifty yards, cross country, to Green Street.

  He found the waiting to be nerve-racking as he sat there thinking about what might be in store for them. His heartbeat was banging so hard, that it felt like someone was playing the drums inside his rib cage; he wouldn’t have minded so much, but whoever the drummer was, they were shit. He was sweating like a pig, and he had that sense of foreboding again. It was going to kick off, and he knew it.

  Archie knew that they needed to see around them, but it was absolutely pitch dark outside. He had the thermal, which was doing a job, but he was concerned that it wouldn’t pick up the reptiles. After all, it didn’t last night.

  “I have a weapon,” Blondie said as Archie passed him an M4 rifle.

  “I know. It’s not for shooting, it’s for looking through. Look through the night sight and keep an eye out for those lizards,” he replied. “This thing didn’t pick up their body heat the other night, and if it weren’t for Reg, I would have been brown bread.”

  The Pleiadian threw him a quizzical look. “Brown bread?”

  “It’s slang for dead, mate,” Archie laughed. “Fucking come on son, get with the programme.”

  The big man snorted a laugh and started looking through rifles sight. A moment later, he spoke. “Thermal Imaging will not always detect the heat signatures of the Draco. They are cold-blooded and have excellent camouflage abilities. They have a naturally low body temperature, but they are also extremely good at hiding it.”

  As Blondie finished talking, Archie thought, Well, that’s just fucking great – I’ve got a thermal camera that can’t pick up lizard heat. Cynicism aside, it did explain why he only saw a glimmer of a shadow when he got jumped. From then on, he kept switching from the thermal to the rifle. Even though the immediate area seemed quiet, he couldn’t help being jumpy, and as the phone suddenly started ringing, he nearly shit himself. He looked at the time, it was 3.48am, he answered the call but didn’t say anything.

  “Archie?” it was Lucy.

  “Watcha babe.”

  “What’s going on? Are you all right?” She asked, concern evident in her voice.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m guessing Jeff and Joe have told you what’s happened?” He asked.

  “Yes, but is this some sort of joke? Are they taking the piss or what?”

  “No Luv, it’s not a joke. Did they show you the video?”

  “Yes, but I don’t know what to make of it all.” There was fear and confusion laced in her tone.

  “Well, right now, all you really need to know is that it’s all true. Listen, I need you to report my van stolen in the morning…do it at about 10 o’clock. It’s important, alright?”

  “Yeah, okay. What are you going to do?” Lucy asked, with concern.

  “I’m going to get this big blond bastard back to his people,” Archie replied, looking over at Blondie with a grin on his face.

  “Be careful, make sure you come home safe, okay?” Lucy was apparently more than nervous, she was outright scared, and he didn’t blame her - so was he.

  “Of course, I will. That goes without saying. Oh, by the way, Jeff’s got a couple of dogs for you. They both saved my arse a couple of times, and I couldn’t just leave them behind. So, now they’re ours.” Archie tried to slip that little gem into the conversation and get her off the phone quickly, “Look, I have to go. Put Jeff on. Love you, see you soon.”

  “DOGS! What bloody dogs?” Shit, he thought he’d got away with it.

  “Don’t worry, they’re lovely. Now put Jeff on. See ya later.”

  “We’ll talk about this when you get home – bloody dogs! Here’s your brother. Now he’s saying we’ve got fucking dogs!” she said as she handed the phone over to Jeff.

  “All right Arch? I told ya she wouldn’t be happy with the dog's mate,” he said with a little chuckle.

  “Yeah, don’t worry about that. Is the van sorted?” Archie asked.

  “Yeah, it’s done. It brightened up the local pikey’s night as well. They all gathered around to warm their grubby little hands up.”

  “Okay, nice one. Right, I’m gonna go. I want to get this done while it’s still dark. See ya later,” Archie said just before hanging up.

  Pulling out the map and showing Blondie where they were and where they were going, he tried to make sure that the Pleiadian knew what was what. Which by the, Don’t take me for a prick, look that the alien had on his face, made it pretty obvious he understood.

  “Right, you big blonde turd sniffer, let’s do this,” Archie said with a chuckle as he got out of the vehicle. It was time to get going.

  15

  Avebury

  Wiltshire

  England

  It was windy, and there were spots of rain coming down as they moved through the treeline, into the field. Archie hoped that the weather would get worse to help cover their approach to the village. Every ten or fifteen yards he stopped, got to one knee and had a good look about. So far he’d seen nothing, not even the village. It wasn’t long before the rain started getting heavier as they made their way forward. This was good news, as it would make it harder to be seen. Stealth was an excellent ally right now. But at the same time it was a double-edged sword, not only did the weather hide them from the enemy, but it also made it more difficult for them to spot the opposition who were almost certainly lying in wait. Fuck it, there’s nothing I can do about it, Archie thought as he moved on.

  The trek through the field was hard going; the terrain was a nightmare, with bumps and mounds everywhere, and the mud was thick and slippery underfoot. Combined with the wind and rain, it was a job just to keep upright. Archie was trying hard to move tactically, but what the hell did he know about tactics? Nothing, that’s what. All he could do was find a bit of cover, get in it, and have a look around, before moving on.

  About forty minutes later, the pair found themselves hiding in a bush, approximately fifty yards from Green Street. It was time to stop, take stock of the surroundings, and assess the situation.

  “Do you know how to get back to the vehicle if this goes wrong?” He needed to be sure that the Pleiadian knew the escape route.

  “I do,” Blondie replied as Archie placed the equipment bag next to him.

  “Good. Wait here a minute, I’ll have a look up the road and see what I can see. Don’t shoot anything unless you absolutely have to.” Archie wasn’t asking, he was telling. The way he saw it was that if someone needed to be killed, it needed to be done quietly… where possible anyway. He just hoped that nobody was going to have to die at all, especially them.
“When I give you the signal, I want you to move up to my position, and make sure you bring the bag with you.”

  As he started moving out of the bush, he noticed that Blondie was sliding the shoulder strap of the holdall across his back. Good, I don’t want him leaving that behind. He moved forward really slowly, deliberately placing each foot purposefully. It was hard going, but he didn’t want to fall flat on his face and compromise himself now, not after such an ordeal to get this far. Every ten yards or so, he would stop, take a knee, and look around. It took almost twenty minutes for him to finally get to the road. Once there, he just sat quietly in the treeline for a few minutes; for two reasons, one – to catch his breath, and two – to tune in to this environment. He was just about to move out onto the road when the wind brought with it a god-awful smell. His heart rate soared as he realised that he knew that whiff. He wasn’t alone.

  Slowly, he brought the thermal up to his eye and cupped his hand around the viewfinder. Pointing the lens upwind, to the east, and where he assumed the smell was coming from, a quick flick of the on switch, and there they were; two Greys. What was it Blondie called them? Reticulans, was it? These two were different though; at about five and a half, perhaps, six feet tall they were larger than the two he’d previously encountered. Size didn’t matter when you were getting striped up by a samurai sword. Large people died just as well as small people.

  After a quick check in both directions to ensure they were alone, Archie turned the camera off and put it down next to the M4. These were going to be silent kills; he just hoped the cheap Katana was up to the job.

  Searching the ground around him, he found a small rock and took it in his left hand. His right hand held the short sword, his heart rate went up as he held his breath and waited. As the enemy passed his position, he threw the stone into the trees on the opposite side of the road, hoping the aliens would turn to face the noise. When they did, he knew it was time to start chopping.