darkness for a bit. It will be safer for us,” Sam said. “I know it’s not the best idea, but we have to be smart about this. We don’t know how many of them there are driving around. If we get caught, it’s game over, not just for us, but the whole town as well. We are the only hope this town has. We can’t risk any silly moves that will give the military the advantage. They want us to run around the streets, so they see and catch us. We will be playing right into their hands ”
“I don’t like the idea of hiding” Kyle said. “I want to stand up to them”
“I agree,” Sam said “But if we run out there, we will be caught. I much as I want to run after those creepy looking men as well, we need to play it cool. This isn’t about us; it’s about everyone in this town. Every choice we make, we need to keep them in mind ”
The other kids nodded in agreement. They knew Sam was right. They needed to come up with a smarter plan. Running around town trying to stand up to the men in black and getting caught didn’t sound to smart.
They stayed low in the bushes watching out for the black cars.
An hour later Bobby noticed a black car slowly moving along the street a few yards away and pointed it out to the others boys.
They each felt nervous as they remained silent. They watched it slowly roll by with its high beams on as the passenger looked out the window with a powerful flashlight. They knew it was the men in black looking for them.
“This is getting crazy,” Timmy whispered as he stayed back in the shadows under the trees.
“I think it’s scary.” Bobby said, “Who knows what would happen to us if we’re caught. This is nothing like in a comic book. Being chased by bad guys in a comic book is cool, but not in real life”
“So this is what its like to be a spy.” Kyle said, “It’s not all that fun. I don’t remember seeing any spy have to lie down in the dirt.” Kyle said. “They fight back”
Timmy shook his head. “In just a few hours the biggest assault the world has ever known will take place. We are the only one who knows and we can’t do a thing about it”
“Could this night get any darker” Bobby whispered.
They remained in the darkness for a few more hours as the black cars drove past every once and a while.
The day of “the event”
The next morning the first few beams of morning sun began to rise up in the sky. Birds began chirping as a few joggers where out running the side streets. Alarm clocks were ringing in houses throughout town. Most alarm clocks would be off on a Saturday morning, but not this day. The town was slowing beginning to wake up. A few volunteers were already making there way over to the town hall to set up for the biggest day of the year.
As each person in town woke they could feel the excitement in the air. Little kids were up bright and early eating there breakfast before putting on their costumes. Neighbors met up with each other talking about their excitement and nervousness for their skits. Kids and adults met with each other one last time to practice their songs.
The cry wolves’ gang should’ve be one of them, but they had bigger things on there minds.
Charles King had his camera resting on the passenger side seat in his car as he made his way down Forest Road. He had to make his way to the highway. A picture of the train accident would look great on the front page of the newspaper, once he heard the military closed the road he had to find out why. Others would’ve sat back and let the day go by, he needed to see for himself.
Who knows, covering this might get him a job in the big city. He grew up in the city always wanting to make it as a reporter. He knew he had to start small, so he got a job in the smallest town possible, at least this way he could move up the ladder quickly and have it on his résumé. However stories about neighbors cats and little town events wouldn’t get him noticed. He wanted to find the big story something that would bring the worlds attention to him. Get is own name in the paper so to speak. This was it. He knew if he could grab a few pictures of the train accident others would notice him. And for the first time his name would be center stage. He was surprised to see no one in town seem to bother. Then again no one in town ever seemed to leave Springbrook Gardens. They liked their town nice and quiet. People who lived there wanted to be away from the city.
He stopped his car and pulled off to the side. He decided to go the rest of the way on foot. He knew the military had closed the highway so he didn’t want to approach with his car only to be turned around, maybe get in trouble. He figured if he approached on foot he could get a lot closer without being seen. He looked up and was amazed at how the trees reached up to the sky. The brush was so dense he couldn’t see more then a few yards in front of him. The forest seemed to be alive as though it was watching him. He moved forward, just the thought of grabbing an amazing picture pushed him forward.
He looked at his watched and knew he’d been pushing his way through the forest for more then an hour. Walking along the side of the road would’ve taken thirty minutes or less, but he couldn’t take the risk.
He eventually made his way to the highway. He knew to stay out of sight. The military was helping with the derailment. They already had their hands full; they probably didn’t want a reporter getting in the way. He came out from behind a tree, lowered behind a large rock and looked over the highway. From his vantage point he could see a large stretch of road in both direction. Not a car in either direction. He could see the train tracks next to the highway but there was something very odd. He saw no derailment anywhere. How could this be? There should be countless military vehicles moving about with soldiers working together. The announcement on the radio said the derailment was blocking access to Forest Road. He could see Forest Road just fine to his left a few yards away. So where’s the train accident? Why was it so quiet? All he could see was a nice quiet forest with a river running along side the train tracks with an early morning blue sky above. He needed to figure out what was really going on. He moved down towards the highway and started walking on the gravel along side the highway. He figured if he saw a military vehicle approaching he would dive back into the forest. Or at least ask them to explain what’s happening.
He made his way along the empty highway with only the sound of the river next to the train line.
After twenty minutes of walking he came upon a massive military complex. He looked it over and had to give his head a shake. What a sight it was. It didn’t look as though they were just parking for a few days for a meet and greet. The soldiers were moving about, as thought getting ready for something big, like a war. Tents were set up everywhere and vehicles had weapons being placed on them. He knew the military was staying off the highway while visiting, but something about this didn’t seem right. He decided to stay back and not be seen. He moved off the highway into the forest and peaked out from behind a tree. No matter how much he looked the place over, the scale shocked him.
A large convoy of army trucks and armored vehicles sat in a row facing the highway, looking as though there ready to roll out at any moment. As if a call might come in telling the General a war has started, but there was no chance of a war around here was there?
He looked off to the far right, into corner by the forest away from everyone. A metal building with bars on the window sat far back close to the forest, as thought they wanted it hidden by the trees. Hidden away from passerby’s. Why have bars on the window? It looked more like a holding cell, but out here? They were just in town for a friendly meet and greet, why have a holding cell? A building a few yards away looking like a command center with the satellite dishes on top and the number of soldiers coming and going.
But what really seemed baffling is the uniforms of the soldiers, why bright sliver? When they came into town they were in dark green just like any other soldier in the army. Now they look as though they’re from a science fiction movie. Their faces covered with black glasses added to the mystery even more.
He knew he needed answers right away, this was beyond news for a small town paper, this
was big time. Every paper in the big city would want this story.
He inched a bit closer making sure he wasn’t spotted by any of the guards. It was clear the train derailment was a lie. But what was it covering up? He hid behind a large rock next to an armored vehicle. He got a better look at the large silver guns being assembled on the back of jeeps. What on earth would they be used those for? He had never seen such bizarre looking guns before. Now it was truly looking like a science fiction movie coming to life. He had never been in the military, but in all his years of watching movies he had never seen something like this. He grabbed his camera. He needed pictures of this. No one would ever believe him of this insanity without proof. Sometimes words are not enough. He was seeing it with his own eyes and he couldn’t believe it. The military has a lot of explaining to do. With the telling of the train derailment story, it as clear the military did not want the town’s people to leave, but why?
He took a few pictures of the jeeps with the sliver guns on the back, a couple more of soldiers carrying large metal pieces to the jeeps and a few more of the building that looks like a holding cell. He made sure to get close ups of the metal bars on the window, but there was something much larger in scale being
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