by Nate Castle
He made a sharp left turn to peel off from the rest of the group towards the north side exit of the White House. He hoped the aliens wouldn’t follow him outside; that would compromise his plan. The others in the group were too focused on making it to the tunnel that they didn’t notice Hank’s absence, but Logan saw him leave from his peripherals. Too stubborn to let Hank go, Logan peeled off from the group and began chasing after Hank. Hank could hear Logan’s footsteps and turned his head to see who or what was chasing him.
“No time to argue or explain. But since you’re here you can help me.
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President Taylor reached the hidden door in the Presidential Library and propped it open, allowing the group to go inside and climb the ladder down to the tunnel.
“C’mon, c’mon don’t slow down on me,” President Taylor said to two members of the group, whose pace had slowed down because they had to carry one of the injured members. They made it through the door; the ladder presented difficulties, but at least they were inside. Once the door was shut, they would be in a pretty safe shelter until the aliens breached it.
President Taylor grabbed a desk lamp from one of the shelves outside the door and ripped the cord from the wall. Glancing at the entrance to the library, he witnessed one member of the group trip and fall face first onto the floor. Before he had time to react, the aliens appeared behind the fallen human and grabbed him. Left with no other choice, President Taylor threw the lamp as hard as he could through a bank of windows and jumped through the open door. He shut the door behind him and pulled a large metal deadbolt across to secure it. He hoped there weren’t others from the group who had been trapped by the aliens before making it to the tunnel.
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“That’s our signal,” Hank said, as he saw a medium sized projectile come crashing through a window on the White House. It was the lamp.
Hank was positioned behind the garden shed, Logan behind a tree about thirty yards away.
“Count down from ten and then press it,” Hank said.
Hank and Logan each had a remote with electrical wiring attached to it that led to the White House.
“One more thing Logan, after you press it, get as far away from the building as you can,” Hank yelled.
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2——-
Bah boom, bah boom, bah-boom, boom-boom.
It sounded like a fireworks show as Hank and Logan literally ran for their lives away from the building. The remotes they used had triggered the explosives that Hank had strategically placed at various spots around the foundation of the White House. The building caught fire and large grey clouds of smoke began forming with each blast. Now a safe distance away, Hank and Logan watched as the White House came crumbling down. The tunnel the others were in was made of military grade materials and was supposed to be able to handle the impact from a major blast. Hank could only hope. His worst fear was if for some reason, the President hadn’t made it into the tunnel by the time they initiated the blast.
No movement came from inside the now demolished White House.
“Do you think they’re dead?” Logan said.
“I want to say yes and have this nightmare be over, but my gut instinct is telling me no,” Hank said.
All they could do was wait and see. Five minutes elapsed before they saw it. The aliens were slowly emerging from the flames. The were pretty beaten up, some had body parts missing, others had wounds with a purple and green substance gushing out. They were moving in pairs, helping each other mend the wounds, the same way they had helped alleviate the gunshot wounds at the racetrack after the boys shot them.
“Un-believ-able,” Logan said.
Hank could sense the disappointment in his voice. They watched as the aliens reached their crafts.
“Wait a minute, this could work out in our favor,” Hank said.
The aliens one by one entered the crafts, exactly what Hank was hoping they would do. Pulsating lights shined on the crafts. Two of them began lifting off the ground.
“The chips aren’t working?” Logan said.
Hank didn’t know the answer to that question so he stayed silent. The crafts only made it made twenty feet in the air before they appeared to lose control and came crashing down to the ground.
“I spoke too soon. We did it. The super chips destroyed them!” Logan said as he reached out his arms to give Hank a hug.
The garden shed door opened and President Taylor walked out. Hank and Logan were there to greet him.
“It’s over! Humans 1, Aliens 0,” Hank said.
“I owe my life to you two, thank you,” President Taylor said.
“What about the others?” Logan said.
“We lost one inside the White House, but everyone else is fine. Garrett, Noel, and Sumesh are in the tunnel. General Kaplan and the four others injured by the shock wave are now conscious,” President Taylor said.
“And the alien craft that was able to escape and fly away?” Logan said.
“That’s a concern for another day boys,” President Taylor said.
THE END
To continue Logan’s journey, find on Amazon
Book 2: Surge Forward
Book 3: Surge Ahead
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, or to any other works of fiction, is entirely coincidental.
