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Jul. 12th, 2005 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureWhen the Sphere arrived back at the complex everyone on board was given a thorough physical. There was no arguing out of this, the rules were followed to the letter.
Mickey noticed that the room next to that where the inspections was being done was the same one that David and Jeremy were occupying, but when he got there, the room was empty.
A nurse told him that the patients had been discharged.
It was good news, and he rushed home to find his brother.
The young man was carrying only the slightest of bandaging on his head, and lay on the couch in what appeared to be good spirits.
The thing that bothered David was, no matter what channel he turned to, there was no mention of anything going on in Groom Lake.
Mickey’s mother and father had been called to a strategy conference, so he couldn’t ask them what was going on.
Both boys were nothing less than dumbfounded that an apocalyptic battle could take place so close to Las Vegas, in an area that is constantly flooded with conspiracy theorist, and not a whisper of news leaked out to the regular media.
There was a mention that the Las Vegas airport was shut down due
to some computer malfunction.
“I’d say it was a bunch of computers, each one with legs and force blasts,” Mickey opined.
The boys continued to surf the channels, with an eye to finding something, anything that even hinted at the devastation that occurred at Groom Lake.
They saw nothing.
Then a bulletin erupted all over the dial, but it wasn’t about Groom Lake.
“Moscow is under attack,” Came the news anchor, “What can only be described as a ‘Flying Saucer’ has laid waste to half of the Kremlin. Our film crews are on way to get us pictures.”
They flipped the channel and saw grainy video of a flying device shooting rays that melted Minarets as easily as ice cream in summer.
“The holocaust has covered just 12 minutes so far and yet irreparable damage has been done to structures of incredible historical value.”
Alarms began blasting though out the complex.
The boys looked at each other, and knew just what was going on. Now the team would go to Moscow, knowing that they had allowed the weapon to fall into the hands of one who would so misuse
it.
David stood up to get dressed, but was too woozy.
“We’ll have to handle this one for you,” Mickey told him, just as Jeremy crashed through their door.
“Did you guys hear?” He demanded.
“We’re just waiting for my folks to get back,” Mickey told him, “So we can go together.”
Jeremy was wearing his “Spitter” jersey, and was obviously ready to join in.
The sirens continued to erupt for another two minutes, as they waited.
Then Mickey’s parents and a veiled woman entered the room.
“Sit down,” Benjy said.
“But, they’re gonna leave without us,” Mickey protested.
“That’s right,” His mother said, and the boys looked perplexed.
“We are not going,” Mickey’s dad said. © 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
