Anson Gorbel was feeling the tension rise within himself as time drew near for the implementation of this coming military strike against the valley farm in order to seize the special new signal directive technology. He had felt a renewed confidence at the outset of preparations for this mission but felt a certain unease now. There had been a message sent to Anson earlier that day telling him that his partner the former Russian agent Egor Vrolev had recovered much quicker than expected and was moving around the base. Gorbel had chosen to have all three drones sent from that same base situated in what used to be the southern states in order to maintain the greatest element of surprise. The situation room screen came to life with an image of a rather pale Egor Vrolev still in his underwear sporting a big smile.
“Hey boss hows it going with you”? I know you are preparing for the big mission but I found something nearby your base in those mountains that you might want to know about”.
Without another word Vrolev had images of extensive surveillance footage sent to Gorbel’s screen. It showed a small valley settlement that appeared to contain some fifteen hundred survivors of the recent quake. This place was on the opposite side of the fortress mountain from where the valley farm stood. Gorbel’s smile was dark and evil while nodding his head taking this all in. Vrolev was very annoying and Anson could not decide what element of his person made it more so, his loud voice or that annoying Russian accent. Every now and then however his very important usefulness would show reminding Gorbel why he kept him around. Once this mission was over he would have to pay these people a visit when the time was right. They probably knew something about that valley farm, possibly even a thing or two about that pain in the ass scientist Fred Casper.
Tyler Gorbel came up beside Anson about this time with news.
“Hey Unc the mission is about to begin and the drones are on target within a couple of minutes. The three insertion helicopters are lifting off for the valley as we speak”.
Anson had lost count of how many times he had corrected this youngster about how to speak properly, especially about referring to him as Unc. He had no time for this right now and so whirling about to face the youngster he simply snarled a most nasty order those dark eyes full of sedition.
“Get out of here NOW”!
The situation screen came to life once more with all three drones approaching the valley farm at a very high altitude. The radio crackled as all three insertion helicopters notified base that they were on their way to the valley farm. All seemed very well but only for a moment as the three drones entered a large bank of clouds and did not come out the other side. Their observation cameras simply went blank. There was an instant buzz of confusion in the situation room as everyone was totally bewildered. There was no debris from the drones to indicate they had exploded, it simply seemed they had evaporated. Anson Gorbel had seen too much already and instantly ordered the three insertion helicopters to be called off. The only problem was that two of them had already dropped their teams at the valley rim and the other was about to land to do the same. All hell let loose in one moment as the helmet cams of the agents showed out of nowhere some sort of hideous looking creatures attacking the first two teams ripping them to shreds. The other helicopter had not landed and was called off but as it was lifting back into the air one of those creatures jumped onto the side ripping it’s door off and climbing inside. Everyone in the situation room turned their heads away but could hear the screams of horror, chaos and agony from the aircraft as it spun out of control eventually crashing into the valley near the fortress.
Gorbel was in shock like the others but there was always that deep, black and evil rage that lived inside him constantly. This man had given himself over to a very wicked way through the years and it manifested now as the darkest anger one could imagine welled up to a hideous crescendo while he looked around for anyone or something to vent it upon. He spied his nephew Tyler slipping out an access door that led to a wooded pathway on the mountain side and was after him in a flash. Tyler was not aware of his uncles pursuit and was headed down the path when an iron grip seized his arm lifting him into the air. Gorbel was a powerful man and even more so when angry, bringing his gaze to bare on his nephew his rage spewded out through clenched teeth.
“I’m sick and tired you little piece of shit, you have been nothing but a problem since I brought you on board and I have had enough”.
He then flung the youngster to the ground like a rag doll while standing over Tyler his dark gaze leering down at him.
” So I think if I have grown tired of you I might as well be rid of your useless annoying ass”, said Anson drawing his gun from a side holster to point it at Tyler’s head.
The young lad did feel fear as if beholding an extremely evil monster he had never known to exist for the first time. There was however a much stronger emotion he felt called hurt or a broken heart. This man was his uncle, brother of his very own mother and had been his only blood relative since she had passed over a year ago. Now here he stood weapon in hand about to snuff out his life as an exterminator would kill a rodent. How could someone be so terrible cold and cruel? Tears welled up in Tyler’s eyes and a lump formed in his throat. He wished for the first time in his young life that he had never been born and had nothing in this world.
It seemed that this would be a perfect time and place for Anson Gorbel to commit such an act, all alone on this mountain side with no one around. But he would be wrong because someone was watching him very closely. Not even fifty feet below his own feet there was an old creature from an ancient galaxy monitoring his every move. Vooch came up from beneath Anson’s feet like a shot out of a gun sending the man flying into the air to land on his back while the gun he had held clattered off down the mountain side. Gorbel lay there staring in horror at the massive worm like creature that now towered over him. It had massive heavy lidded eyes that looked like the thing would rather be asleep and thick brows above them. Vooch then turned his gaze to the trembling heart broken youngster who knew instantly what he must do. Tyler leaped to his feet heading off into the trees. Gorbel saw his chance and scrambled back through the door into the fortress. Tyler knew that his life with Uncle Anson was done and before him lay a vast unknown. The early fall air was cold on his skin as he had nothing but a t shirt on. Tears poured down his face as his broken heart never felt so all alone. He did not know it at the time but there was someone who would be with him always and help would never be far away.