Cascade (Book 2): Rescue

by Maxey, Phil

  Jacob sat back in the Humvee’s semi comfortable seats and looked out at the wall. From his position he couldn’t see the top, but it was still easy to marvel at the achievement of building it. His gaze moved to the side mirror and the view of the convoy of vehicles stretching out behind them. In his mind the math’s of the situation played out, number of vehicles times the people they had to rescue, times the chance of finding more, equations formed and faded. Eventually they all gave the same result. A suicide mission indeed he thought.

  Fiona sat tapping the steering wheel. “Hate being at the back, we can’t see what the hell we are moving into”

  “That’s why Zach’s at the front, we just gotta make sure nothing comes up on our six,” said Cal, sitting in the passengers seat. A young solder stood behind him on the main gun. “You ok back there private?” shouted Fiona.

  “I’m fine thank you ma’am,” said the soldier.

  “What’s your name, son?”

  “Private Teller, ma’am.”

  “Stay sharp.”

  “Will do, ma’am.”

  * * * * *

  The Heath household was well prepared for Christmas by this point in December, and smoke bellowed from their single chimney. Sarah Heath had asked Stephanie to go to the local market and get some vegetables for their upcoming Christmas dinner, but this was actually just an excuse to get her out of the house so they could wrap presents. Stephanie put her coat on and opened the door. Walking forward her foot touched something making her stop. On the doorstep was a small hastily wrapped parcel, with a small note. “Happy Christmas, Stephanie, love Fiona.”

  CHAPTER 12

  As they drove through the gate a scene looking not that dislike the killing fields from a warzone, stretched out for miles north and south. Rotting unrecognizable carcasses, the remains of hundreds of creatures lay scattered mixed with the scared landscape. The smell made most in the convoy cover their noises as they drove past, and onto the highway taking them to the northwest.

  The first few miles were filled with featureless green-brown fields glistening with frost, only broken up by the occasional empty single storied home and barn. At one point Sergeant Bass warned of an upcoming creak they were passing over, and that there could be E.L.F activity, but it had dried up.

  “Back to the desert,” said Abbey despairingly.

  “Luckily for us the more arid the land, the less E.L.F’s there are, but we will be in forest and mountain country soon enough,” said Zach.

  As more monotone landscape passed by Zach’s radio came to life.

  “We spotted some land based E.L.F’s about two hundred yards south. Shall we engage? Over,” said Sergeant Bass.

  Zach strained his eyes to see the creatures in the distance. Beyond an old cemetery the horse like creatures they met their first night in the desert where grazing. “No, leave them be. Over.”

  “We have standing orders to kill all E.L.F’s we come across. Over.”

  “Not anymore. Over.”

  Dr. Joshi looked at the grazing creatures in the distance with some small binoculars and an exited look on his face.

  “You seem to have a thing for these things,” said Tyler.

  “Equpods.”

  “What?”

  “That’s there name, it’s a mash up of the Latin name for horse and armadillo. I named it myself. Never seen them in the wild before. Here, take a look.” Raj handed the binoculars to Tyler, who looked and smiled. “See, they don’t look so fierce do they?”

  “Stay alert, Tyler,” Rob shouted out from the front of the bus. Tyler gave Raj the binoculars back.

  Soon the convoy came within a few mile of the first town on their route.

  “We’re about to go through a small town, keep up a good pace, don’t slow down unless you have too. Once we get through it we will be passing a large body of water to our south, it’s likely to have E.L.F’s in it’s vicinity so stay alert, and report what you see. Over,” said Zach.

  The road widened to four lanes and large wooden signs appeared on the side of the road. As gas stations and warehouses flashed by a large sign for a supermarket stood proudly on the side of the road.

  “I know it’s not the plan, but this supermarket is pretty remote, has lots of space for us to park up and might have more food and water for us. We might not get another opportunity like this. Over,” said Fiona. A few seconds passed before Zach responded.

  “We keep moving. Over,” responded Zach.

  The warehouses and factories became shops, as they made their way into the center of the town.

  “Shit,” said Zach. Ahead of them at the junction they were rapidly approaching, cars at wrong angles littered all lanes. “There’s cars blocking the route up ahead, we need to stop. Over.” The convoy slowed then stopped. Zach pulled out the map and examined the streets around their location.

  “Can’t we just go round?” said Abbey.

  “This is the way to the main road, all the other routes take us closer to the reservoir. Or we go another much longer route, which will probably add another hour.” Zach scratched his head.

  “We’re going to take a closer look, everyone else hang back. Over.” Zach slowly drove the Humvee up to the first car and stopped. He then got out and climbed onto the hood of the Humvee. “If we…” Before Zach could continue, the ground shook, making him spread his arms out to keep his balance. Zach looked around him but there was no sign of anything suspicious. “Do they get earthquakes…” Again the ground shook, but this time so violently that Zach lost his footing and fell side wards landing with a clump on the asphalt road. He quickly got to his feet and looked around. Abbey went to get out, but he put his hand up stopping her. The sound of crunching and scraping metal in the distance came from beyond the building directly in front of him.

  Zach ran past the cars, jumping over the hoods of some. When he got to the junction, he kept on running, over the grass of the town square and down the side of the large historic building in the center. As soon as he got to the opposite side he could see the source of the noise and rumbling. About four hundred yards away, smashing and tangling with power lines and vehicles were the centipede type creatures they had seen on their way out of Roswell. But this wasn’t just one of them, this was a pack. Six or seven of them, each one of them as big as a semi truck and armored like a tank. Zach turned and started running back from where he came. As he crossed the square he looked to his right towards their planned route and it looked pretty clear.

  He clicked on the radio. “Sergeant, there’s big trouble heading our way, coming down the road on the opposite side of the…” The ground rumbled again sending him careering into a waste bin. “Square, we just need to nudge three cars out of the way on the left lane and the rest of the way is clear. Over.”

  “We’re on it. Over,” said Bass. The convoy moved down and joined the first Humvee. Bass jumped out, and ran and jumped into the first bus in the convoy. He then drove it passed Zach’s Humvee and started pushing the first car.

  “No time to do this slow, Bass, back the bus up and smash through those cars!” The sound of metal and masonry being destroyed grew louder. Zach jumped into the Humvee and backed it up so to be clear of the cars, just as he did the bus careered into the first car, a blue pickup sending it smashing into the car in front, which then moved the car in front of that. The bus kept on going, resisting the urgent breaking Bass was doing, and bumped up the curb, finally come to rest in front of a bench.

  “You ok Bass?”

  “We’re fine, Sir.”

  “We’ll lead the way out, Jacks, you might want to get one of those AT4’s ready. But nobody shoot at the creatures unless they make obvious moves towards us. Over.”

  A solider ran to the supply truck, grabbed the shoulder-mounted launcher and got back in the middle Humvee. The sound the creatures were making was now deafening, and the ground tremors were making it hard for the vehicles to steer straight.

  “Make sure you’re strapped i
n,” said Zach to those around him, and then hit the accelerator, sending everyone back in their seats. The Humvee screeched around the junction’s corner, closely followed by the other vehicles. Bass put the bus into reverse, then pushed on the accelerator, but the bus just moved a few inches and returned to its former position.

  “Why aren’t we moving?” said the private standing next to him. Bas threw open the door, jumped out and immediately lay on the ground to see underneath the bus. A small chain fence was caught on the buses axel. Bass reached in as far as he could, but could not reach it. Just as he did, the sound akin to a muffled explosion split the air and masonry rained down on him and the bus. One of the creatures was leaning on the side of the historic building, a huge chunk missing from the corner. The Sergeant looked up at the creature, its head level with the second story of the building.

  “Private we need to go now!” Scrambling to his feet, he and the soldier started running as fast as their legs could carry them away from the bus. The convoy was now almost entirely clear of the square, apart from Fiona and Cal in the final Humvee, who slammed on the breaks, when they saw the two soldiers running towards them.

  The huge creature hammered down on the building, causing another huge movement in the ground beneath them and slid over the top of the bus, it’s roof instantly crumpling inwards. Bass and the private jumped into the back of the Humvee and Fiona sped off, leaving the scene of devastation behind them.

  “Boy that was close.” Said Bass. He and the private sat catching their breath, they looked at each other and started to laugh.

  “Too soon to be…” Before Fiona could finish her sentence one of the creatures charged out of an alleyway, catching the back of the Humvee and flipping it instantly. It slid on its roof smashing through the front of a glass-fronted shop coming to a rest at the back of the store. Outside a rocket streaked past exploding on the side of the creature, causing it to squeal and try to reverse its movement. It’s myriad of legs dragging its huge body away from the road back into the alleyway.

  Fiona opened her eyes trying to make sense of her upside down world. At first she wasn’t sure what had happened, but then looked over to Cal, who was hanging from his seatbelt seemingly unconscious and she realized they had been hit, but her view was fuzzy. She stretched out her hands and touched the roof and then grappled to unfasten her seatbelt. There was a throbbing on the left side of her face which she tried to reach for, but it hurt to move. Gunfire echoed around the streets outside, and boots followed by voices could be heard. Her radio crackled which suddenly brought the surroundings into sharp focus.

  “Cal, you ok?” She grappled for her seatbelt again, this time unclamping it with one hand, and using the other hand and her feet to stop her from falling down into the roof. “Cal!” In her mind she was shouting, but in reality it was barely above normal volume. Blood dripped down from Cal’s head. She looked in the back, Sergeant Bass was up against the side of the door unconscious. The private was not to be seen.

  The sound of constant shooting outside was mixed with boots scrambling over glass.

  “Fiona! Can you here me?” Zach bent down to see into the Humvee’s cabin. “Don’t move, we’re going to get all of you out.” He held out his arms and helped Fiona slide out of the broken side window. “This is Dr. Tanner, she’s a medic.” He then unfastened Cal’s seatbelt and pulled him out, and then Sergeant Bass.

  The medic looked around the shop. “Fiona can walk, but the other two, we need something to carry them on.”

  Zach spotted a high-sided shelving unit, breaking it apart into two pieces of wood, roughly big enough to hold someone on. They then pulled the sergeant and Cal onto each piece of wood, and tied both on with some electrical wiring. Zach then got on the radio and a few seconds later two soldiers appeared. The sound of bullets had died down by now, but the ground still occasional shook, making them walk slowly with the weight of their two comrades. They took Bass and Cal to a bus, placing them down in the aisle. Fiona sat on one of the nearby seats.

  “I’ll be back.” Zach said to Fiona, then ran back to his Humvee. “Let’s move out, I want to be over this bridge and far from the reservoir as soon as we can.” The soldiers got back into the vehicles and the whole convoy moved off, crossing the bridge at a quick pace.

  Zach picked up his radio, his emotions were raging inside. “Ops, we were just attacked, we lost one soldier, and maybe more, where was the warning? I thought we had drone coverage. Over?” A few seconds of static passed.

  “There were no E.L.F’s spotted at your location. Over.” Zach went to angrily respond but instead just dropped the radio and concentrated on the road.

  After about twenty minutes they were passed the reservoir and approaching another small town. Zach told everyone to slow their pace.

  “Captain, we need to stop, I can’t assess Sergeant Bass and Corporal Rodriguez on this bus. Over,” said Dr. Tanner.

  Zach swore under his breath.

  Abbey was looking closely at the map. “There’s a prison coming up in this small town.” Zach nodded in agreement.

  “There’s going to be a prison coming up on our left, we’re going to stop there and assess everything. Over.”

  CHAPTER 13

  The entrance to the prison was open, and the convoy occupants got into the main building without too much trouble. Dr. Morgan Tanner methodically worked on Cal and the Sergeant who were lying on glossy tables in the food hall. Sergeant Bass was sitting up, while Cal was conscious but laying down still. Some of the soldiers sat on the chairs and tables, others kept watch outside. Zach and Fiona sat watching Dr. Tanner do her work.

  “They’re both fine,” Said Fiona, sporting a bandage on the side of her head. “We need to think what our next step is going to be.”

  Zach continued watching. “This is my fault, I thought if we pushed through…we should have just gone a different way.”

  “And then maybe we would of even more trapped. We had no idea what was ahead of us, that’s on Op’s.” Dr. Tanner turned around and walked over to Zach.

  “Neither of them have suffered major injuries from what I can tell, but without a head scan it’s hard to tell anymore than that. The Sergeant has an articular fracture in one of his fingers, which I have made a splint for. Corporal Rodriguez has lacerations on his head. They both need to be observed for a few hours then...”

  Cal overheard the medic. “To hell with that, I’m fine.” He then went to sit up, but gave up and lay back down. “Give me a few minutes.”

  “Both of you have a mild concussion, you don’t want to push it,” said Dr. Tanner returning to them.

  “How far are we from Roswell?” said Zach to Fiona.

  “I would say another five hours. If we left right now, we should still make it before nightfall.”

  “Twelve.”

  “What?”

  “For everyday we lose, they lose twelve more people. But yet we’re down one Humvee and one bus already…and one young man. And we’re only just over one hour out from the camp.” Zach stood up and looked at the soldiers. “We move out in ten, be ready.” He turned back to Fiona. “Are you okay to drive?”

  She smiled. “I can drive.”

  Zach then walked over to Bass and Cal. “If we had more time I would rest up here for the night, but as…”

  “We need to get going. Sir,” said Bass.

  Cal made a second attempt to sit up, this time succeeding. “I’m good, let’s go.”

  “Bass, what was the young mans name?”

  “Private Chris Hader, Sir.”

  Zach sighed, knowing the individuals name made it worse. “I’ll let Op’s know.”

  The convoy left the prison and continued heading northwest. The terrain flattened out into miles after miles of crisp muddy fields. After almost an hour of driving they started approaching the town of San Jade.

  “Listen up, this is the biggest town we have been through so far, keep a good pace and if you see anything report it. Over
.” After a few minutes a sign flashed passed Abbey on the right of the road. “Victors RV’s, the best RV seller in Texas!” The information shouted at her from the back of her mind.

  “How many people can you get an in RV?”

  Zach paused. “Depends on the RV, but maybe twelve at a push, why?”

  “We need to turn around, we passed an RV seller back there. It’s not a bus, but it’s something.”

  Zach looked at Abbey, then put the radio to his lips. “We’re stopping. Bass, I need five soldiers to head back to the RV seller we just passed, with me.”

  Zach turned the Humvee around, and joined up with one of the buses and they drove the short distance to the RV dealership and parked up.

  “Michael, be ready.” He nodded.

  Zach and Abbey joined the three men and two women, and climbed over the chainmail fence into the front lot of the dealership. RV’s of all sizes sat in rows, most faced the road, but a few were turned over on their sides, with tears in their sides. The soldiers lingered looking at the damage. “Don’t worry about that, there’s no creatures here now,” said Zach noticing their staring. “Abbey find the most suitable, I’m going to find the keys. You two with me,” he then ran towards the single story wooden office with the two soldiers.

  Abbey walked over the damp dusty path behind the RV’s. Two caught her eyes immediately, which were much bigger than the rest of the RV’s around her.

  “Let’s check out the two big ones down there,” she said to the nearest soldier.

  Zach and the soldiers approached the small office building cautiously, with their guns raised. Raising his hand he gestured for one of the soldiers to go around the back, while he motioned to the other to stand to the side of the paint chipped glass-fronted door. The boards creaked as he walked up to the entrance and looked through the glass to the office inside. It was empty. Scattered over an orange rug were water sodden brochures, and parts of a broken vase lay near the offices counter. Walking inside, they could see an opening leading to a small hallway, with two doors, one each side and another door leading to the outside at the end. The other soldier was already standing on the other side, Zach waved him in.