So, as anyone who has been following me already knows, I have been working on the third book in The Keepers of the Orbs Series while also writing a standalone Sci-Fi book at the same time. I’m about 50% complete on the next KOTO book, but my focus lately has been on the sci-fi book as I am over 83% and looking to wrap it up.
I know, you’re asking “so what’s the big decision”? Well, I have struggled with the way I was planning on ending The Saukarian Children (that’s the sci-fi story). This was always intended to be a one book thing. That was it. Write it…and move one. The only problem? I don’t think I can. I have fallen in love with the characters, but at the same time I don’t think a happy ending is coming their way. Don’t get me wrong, the three MCs are the heroes of the story and they will get the credit they deserve. But I can’t just leave it at that.
Along those lines, I am changing how the story is going to end. I still have 5 chapters to go, and the way I had intended for it to end when I sat down four months ago, has been scrapped. Without giving too much away, I just don’t think the human race would ever accept the Saukarian Children for what they are. There would naturally be some form of prejudice and hatred coming their way and I think it just makes sense. Then again, it also leaves it open for me to write additional stories down the road 🙂 which is never a bad thing.
Anyway, the story hasn’t even been released yet, but I know there will be some hatred coming my way for the ending and I just wanted to explain myself ahead of time to calm the storm. Not everything can end like a fairy tale, and I think this just makes more sense. If you hate the ending, blame me for falling in love with my characters, and for not wanting to give the final farewell.
Over the weekend I packed up the family and we made the 850 mile drive to Mankato, MN to attend the funeral of my Grandpa. He passed away last Wednesday. As I sat down at the computer Wednesday night to write the next chapter in my serialized Sci-Fi story, The Saukarian Children, my mind was stuck on my Grandpa’s passing and I decided to write a poem. It turned into more of a poem about life than of my Grandpa directly, but I was still happy with it and I read it at hisfuneral on Sunday.
I’m not a poet (man is poetry much more difficult than fiction) and I know it isn’t perfect (I repeated everything will be fine three times) but I wanted to share it with everyone anyway.
Grandpa, you will never be forgotten and I just want to let you know how much I loved you and what you meant to me.
Our journey begins on the day of our birth,
We’re graced with the blessing of wandering this earth,
Every moment spent growing and learning from above,
Until we find solace, nurture and love.
We come to this world as nothing more than a child,
With ideas and dreams as our minds run wild,
Every day a new challenge, a lesson, a risk,
Until we find a true love, someone to share a kiss.
We come before God to confess both our hearts,
Agreeing to be together, forever, till us do part,
We lay the bricks, the foundation, and build a home,
Filled with laughter and love from which we’ll never roam.
One day comes a child, or maybe even more,
Never knowing each day what God has in store,
But then they grow older and start a life of their own,
And we watch in disbelief can’t believing they’re grown.
We look to our parents to teach us the way,
And cling to their hands, as their hair turns gray,
They tell us how they got through it and finally found their way,
And we keep going, and moving each and every new day.
Before long, they too are gone and a new pain arrives,
Each moment grows harder, something else we must survive,
So we look to our love to fill the emptiness we’ve found,
And realize all around us that treasures do abound.
Then comes the time when our love one must leave us,
Left with more pain, and sorrow always missing so much,
We remember what we built and the good times we had,
Before life comes to an end, when we look back and we feel glad.
We hope the legacy we leave will always be remembered,
For all that we gave, for everything we endeavored,
Life is a story we write one day at a time,
Assuming the next day will come and everything will be fine.
For most, that’s the case and we continue each day,
For others, time’s come and there’s not much left to say,
What we leave behind is what matters the most,
That we’re remembered for our love, something everyone will toast.
For our love one’s it’s tough to deal with the sorrow,
But we do our best and know we’ll get out of bed tomorrow,
For life must go on, as difficult as it may be,
And we hope it grows easier, that we can finally see.
What was built was more than one, and will last throughout time,
That we’ll continue on, knowing everything will be fine,
For you’ll blossom in heaven and watch over our lives,
As hard as it may be, we will survive.
Although we will miss you, and feel the emptiness you’ve left,
You’ve finally found peace, you can finally rest.
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It has been a while since I posted, and I figured it would be a good idea to post an update. I initially planned to take a week or two off during the Holidays to unwind and enjoy my family (immediate and extended). We got a bit of a surprise when a couple days after Christmas, my wife’s grandma passed away unexpectedly. I took some extra time to support my wife and her family during this difficult time, and haven’t written as much as I expected lately. Only complicating matters, as am I writing this I’m expecting a message any time now that my grandfather has passed away. He has somehow survived for four days without his feeding tube and IV, but it’s only a matter of time (he always was stubborn). He has accepted it and is at peace with it, but that doesn’t make it any easier for the rest of us though. Needless to say, it has been a crappy end of 2015/start of 2016 so far. I don’t expect to do much writing in the next week, but you never know.
It hasn’t been all bad, though. I released Book 1 in The Keepers of the Orbs series, The Rising Past on December 1st, and I broke all of my previous records for single day downloads during a free giveaway. Let’s hope it leads to some additional sales. I’m currently waiting on four reviewers to give me their feedback (in process), but the first few I have received have all been positive. The most recent came in today and can be found HERE.
I am currently about 40-50% through writing the next book in the series and I expect to have it available on Amazon by the end of 2016, with a plan for the final book near the end of 2017 or early 2018.
My editor is currently done with 50% of her final review of another fantasy novel that is unrelated to my series. The title I’m working with is Elves of a Sugar Maple. I am excited by this story. It was originally an idea from my wife about a species of tiny beings who call a giant tree in our backyard home. I took the idea and ran with it. I incorporated many of the issues our society is currently facing (race, religion, sexual orientation, etc) and I’m quite satisfied with how it all came out. I should have it available mid-spring.
I’m also writing a serialized novel for Channillo.com. It is a Sci-Fi story and is an idea I have had for several years now. I’m releasing a chapter a week on Channillo. Currently there are 9 chapters available to read. I plan on making the full novel available on Amazon this summer. If you have a subscription through Channillo, you can access the story HERE.
That is all for now. I continue to squeeze in as much writing as I can as often as is possible.
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Several years ago, I had an idea for an Alien/Sci-Fi story. I’ve been so focused on The Keepers of the Orbs series, that this story has been placed on the back burner. Well, I was approached last month by people at Channillo to see if I have ever considered doing anything serialized. I decided to take a chance and submitted a proposal for this little story. They accepted.
I’m very excited by this series. So far, the first chapter was released last week, and Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow. If you are on Channillo, I would appreciate if you checked it out.
The story is set on Earth during current times. It will follow three Human children (all around the age of 18, coincidence, I think not :)). The Saukarians, who hail from Alpha Cassiopeiae, have lost the ability to procreate. They instead alter the DNA of less advanced species to further their own race. They arrive at Earth intent on decimating the planet, and the current population to survive. What they don’t account for is the innate desire of the Human race to survive at all costs. The Human race rests in the hands of a small number of teenagers who must decide between saving Earth, or joining the Saukarians.
If you’re a member of Channillo, you can check it out Here. If you’re not a member, it would require creating an account and paying a monthly fee. If you select the cheapest plan ($4.99 per month) you will get access to not only my series (if you decided to follow it) but 9 others as well.
Also, please check out my fantasy series, The Keepers of the Orbs. The prequel can be found Here. The first book will be released December 1 on Amazon.
This was a very interesting story that I really enjoyed. It was a little bit fantasy, a little bit historical fiction, and a little bit sci-fi. Together it created a unique story that I could hardly put down. It was a very quick read. I felt like the ending seemed a little bit rushed, but it didn’t detract from the overall story and concluded how I would have expected it to.
I loved how the characters developed during the story, and how they also connected through the different time periods. I found myself pulling for all of the Caldeans and loved the world they had created within Earth. I would recommend this to any one and have rated it 5 of 5 stars.
There is one more section left that will wrap up the story. I will post that in a day or two. Until then, here is the second part of The End is Near.
Roger cautiously followed him and was greeted with rows and rows of chambers. There had to be thousands of them. “What are these?” He was afraid to ask, but he had to know.
“Eggs. These are all incubation chambers and are the source of the problem. If our mission fails, at least we can be confident that none of these eggs will ever hatch. Just think of how many lives can be saved by destroying them right here, right now.”
Roger shook his head. He was right, he didn’t want to know.
Mike set the duffle bag on the ground. He had seven of the incendiary devices left. He struck a match and lit the first one, before throwing it at the first chamber. It exploded and sent fluid over several of the other organic chambers, lighting them on fire. Smiling in satisfaction he grabbed another one and tossed it. And then another. Suddenly an alarm blared throughout the room.
Mike knew if any of the creatures were in the ship they would now be on their way. He handed two of the glass bottles to Roger and took the other two for himself, lighting them as well. He directed Roger where he wanted him to throw them, and then threw his own. “Let’s get out of here.”
They stormed out of the chamber and ran back to the stairs. They climbed four levels and could hear the creatures running behind them. Mike directed Roger down the corridor. He turned and shot two of the creatures as they rounded the corner, before catching back up with Roger at the end of the corridor next to a set of double doors. They heard yelling in an unknown language from down the hall. The both leveled their guns, ready to shoot.
The grumblings and yelling grew louder as two of the creatures rounded the corner, followed by two more. Luckily the narrow corridor only allowed two of them to fit two side-by-side. Mike aimed for the left and Roger to the right. The creatures in the front fell and were trampled by the next two as they continued their march, only to be taken down as well. They could hear more creatures coming.
“Roger, I couldn’t have done this without you.” He turned and looked at the double doors. “The control room is in there. I need five or six minutes.”
“Go. I can handle this.” His body shook from the adrenaline coursing through his body.
Mike handed him both of the Berettas. “Here are three more magazines. This is all of the ammo we have left.”
Roger took the guns and handed him one of the Glocks. Mike knew there were only a couple of shots left in it, but hopefully Mike wouldn’t need it. “Just go. Quite wasting time. I can’t die at the hands of one of those things.” He grabbed Mike’s arm. “Promise me this will work, and that I won’t die from them. Promise me!”
“I promise, Roger. It has been an honor and I am glad I ran into you.” He saluted Roger who motioned him forward.
Mike turned toward the door and punched a code into the control panel to open the doors. Electronics filled the room and a large view screen took up the whole wall in the front.
He walked over to one of the panels and sat down. He heard gunshots from outside. Sweat dripped down his face and he blinked his eyes to focus on the controls. He started entering commands. It all came down to his fifteen years of study and training. He knew these controls better than anyone else on his team.
Minutes ticked by as shots and screaming rang out though the corridor outside the control room. It distracted him and his task was more difficult as sweat now poured down his face, filling his eyes.
He heard a scream, barely, from the corridor. “Hurry Mike. I am almost out of bullets and they’re still coming.”
He typed in the final command and watched the screen blink. He sat back and sighed as the blinking on the screen increased. He may have caused this problem, but now he it would be over. More shots rang out as his thoughts drifted to his family. His sweet innocent family. He was still shocked any of this had happened. Suddenly the control panel started a series of beeps. He sat forward in his chair. I have done it. I am coming home. I love you. He closed his eyes as an explosion ripped through the ship. He felt a blast of heat that instantly burned the flesh from his bones, before everything went white.
The End is Near
The last half mile of the walk had been uneventful. He started to regret bringing Roger with him as everything had been so easy. Although they couldn’t see it in the limited light, Mike knew the hangar sat only a couple hundred feet further.
They rounded a corner and put the light on the hangar doors. Curiously, Mike noticed the doors were closed, which wasn’t the way he had left them. He wished there were windows in the door so he could see what was going on inside, but alas there wasn’t.
“It will take both of us to move these doors. Be ready, anything could be lurking inside.” He motioned for him to take the left door and he applied all of his weight and force on the right. The doors slowly slid open, and they kept pushing with all of their might until they opened wide enough for them to walk through. They could hear clamoring on the other side. Mike brought his flashlight up and focused it inside. Three of the creatures were bearing down on them. Roger could see them in detail for the first time. They had large beady black eyes, large mouths that displayed teeth that could cut through bone, and where there should have been hands they had large razor sharp claws. A green liquid dripped from their fangs.
Mike reached for his gun and began firing. They were quick, damn quick, which made it difficult for him to aim. At this point they would be sitting ducks. He ordered Roger to back up. “Get back and begin firing when they try to breach the doors.” He yelled. Mike kept firing while Roger backed up and got into position.
Roger backed up and gave himself room to shoot. He started taking shots as the creatures tried to squeeze through the door. He aimed for the head and was amazed when he had to put multiple shots into the first creature before it fell to the ground, screaming in agony. He noticed Mike digging in the duffle bag as he ran back to join him. Three of the creatures were now at the door, fighting with one another as they tried to make their way through.
Mike reached Roger’s side and he had a glass bottle in his hand with a rag sticking out the top. “Keep firing. Do NOT let them through!” He struck a match on the concrete floor and lit the rag in the bottle. The rag must have been soaked in a flammable material because it immediately went up in a flash of flame.
With the rag lit, Mike threw the glass bottle at the creatures. It collided on the steel doors and shattered, sending flaming liquid at the creatures. They screamed in agony as they ran and tried to put it out, taking them back into the hangar and out sight.
Mike walked back toward the doors with his gun drawn and flashlight aimed in front of him. He heard the cries of the creatures die down and stop all together. He waited by the doors and listened. After a few moments of silence he aimed the flashlight inside the hangar; not that he could see much in the limited light the flashlight provided. Still nothing moved from what he could see or hear, so he walked inside motioning Roger to join him.
Roger looked amazed when he walked through the doors. Again he couldn’t see much, but he could tell by the lack of visible walls in the beam of light that the room was rather large. It’s not that it’s large, it’s enormous, he thought. This had to be the largest room he had ever seen.
Mike turned back and looked at him. “Follow me, and stay close.” He ordered him. He made his way rather easily though the dark and Roger stayed on his heels. They rounded the corner of what Roger assumed was another room in the building and were greeted by a door with an electrical panel to the left. Mike hit a series of buttons, and the pad illuminated. Roger looked surprised to see the pad had power; he thought the whole city was dark. After a few more buttons, the door hissed and slowly lowered to the ground creating a ramp into the room. The light from inside the room blinding Roger who had to shield his eyes.
Once their eyes adjusted, Mike walked inside, turning the corners with his gun first. Roger quickly followed him. The room looked like nothing he had ever seen before; almost alien. The walls weren’t all metal. Parts of the interior even looked organic, as if it were alive. It was all rather unsettling.
Mike waited and listened, before turning to Roger. “Well, we made it inside. I’ll cover our front, you watch our rear. I am not sure what we might encounter, so stay close and only shoot when you have a clear shot. We don’t have much ammunition left.” Mike grabbed another Molotov cocktail and carried it in his left hand, before leading the way.
Roger started to relax after ten minutes of complete silence, except for the clamor of their feet on the metal floor. He decided what he thought was a room, was in fact a ship. A ship that was not human made. At least it did not resemble anything he was accustomed to.
Mike led the way down a staircase and they went down one level. He led them through corridor after corridor, before stopping at a set of doors. “This is the riskiest part of what we have to do.” He entered a code into the door and led the way after it slid open.
An Unlikely Companion
Roger couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The news was disturbing, and almost far-fetched enough to be made up. But given the sincerity and tone of Mike, he knew it had to be true.
“This is heavy, man, I mean the implications of what you’re planning to do. Something like this has never been attempted before; at least not that I know of.”
“I know, Roger. Believe me when I say I have thought of nothing else for the past twenty four hours. This is the only way to preserve mankind and hopefully undo any damage I may have already caused.”
“But the lives that have already been lost, Mike. The innocent people, I mean I just can’t…”
“Nothing can be done for them; it’s already too late. And don’t forget this has affected me just as much as it has affected the millions who have already been impacted, or will be impacted. I lost my entire family.” Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, ready to roll down his face and cheek. “My children and wife died at the hands of these barbarians, all because of a mistake I made. It’s nauseating and I cannot live with myself.”
Roger put his head between his legs and took a deep breath. “How far away would I need to be to survive? I mean, do I even have a chance?”
“I don’t know, Roger. We have never dealt with anything like this. But if my calculations are accurate, you would need to be as far east as Nebraska, and as far west as Nevada or California. There just isn’t time for you to get that far away. If you can’t get away, hopefully the rest of them cannot either.”
Roger shook his head; his face turned a deep shade of white. He looked like he would be sick. “I guess I really don’t have a choice, do I? I can sit back and wait to die, or get off my ass and actually do something to help stop this before it spreads.”
“I’m sorry to lay all of this on you, Roger. I know it can’t be easy to hear, nor to deal with. But I know this will work. It has to work.” He paused while he considered his next words. “I would really enjoy having someone with me.”
Roger stood up. “Well, let’s go then, Mike. No reason to delay what we have to do.”
Mike nodded as he rose to his feet. “I appreciate this, Roger. You will never know. But we have the opportunity to save humanity, and to me that makes it all worthwhile.” He walked outside. “Which car is yours?”
Roger walked up behind him. “It’s that one over there.” He pointed to a mid-90s sedan.
Mike shook his head. Of course it would be a piece of crap. “Well that piece of crap isn’t going to work. We’ll have to take one of the other ones, and I’m afraid it isn’t going to be appetizing.” Mike spotted a pickup truck parked at one of the pumps and walked over to it.
The door stood ajar as he approached the truck. He peeked his head inside as Roger ran up behind him. The driver’s seat was empty, but a corpse sat in the passenger seat. The stench was overwhelming. He ran to the passenger door, but it was locked. “Roger, hit the switch to unlock the doors.”
Roger hit the toggle switch, before peering into the vehicle. He spotted the dead body in the seat and quickly vomited, releasing everything in his stomach. Although he had seen bodies littering the ground during the day, he wasn’t prepared for the close-up, gruesome sights and smells.
Mike pulled the corpse from the passenger seat of the truck. It hit the ground with a disturbing sound. The arm he yanked on separated from the body. He was surprised how quickly the bodies were decomposing. He knelt down to examine the corpse more closely with his flashlight, and spotted a green liquid surrounding a wound to the arm. He didn’t know what it was and shrugged it off, returning his focus to the task at hand.
He walked back over to the driver’s side of the truck and told Roger to get in. He threw the duffle bag onto the middle of the bench seat. He reached the ignition to start the truck, but the keys were not there. “Damnit!”
Roger opened the door as Mike cursed. “What now?”
“The keys aren’t here. We’re not going anywhere without them.” Mike looked around the cab of the truck and spotted a purse lying on the floor in front of the passenger seat. “Toss me that purse.”
Roger threw the purse to Mike and began to climb in. The seat was filled with blood and feces left behind by the corpse that previously occupied the space. He wanted to throw up again, but was able to keep it down.
While Mike dug through the purse to find keys, Roger ran to his own car and grabbed a couple of t-shirts from his backpack in the trunk. He ran back to the truck and heard it roar to life; Mike must have found they keys. He wiped down the seat with one of the t-shirts, using water from one of the bottles they grabbed from the store. Before sitting down on the seat, he laid down the other t-shirt while Mike urged him to pick up the pace. He knew he shouldn’t care, but he couldn’t bring himself to sit in another person’s waste if he didn’t have to.
“You ready now? Anything else you would like to grab?” Mike asked the young man; sarcasm filling his voice.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not sitting in a seat once occupied by a dead person.” Mike’s jaw fell open. “What? What’s wrong?”
Mike frantically dug into the duffle bag and pulled out one of the Glocks. “Have you ever shot a gun before?” He handed him the weapon. “Because you are about to come face to face with one of the creatures.”
“Of course. Growing up, I hunted with my father.” He finally understood what Mike was referring to. He fearfully turned his head and looked out the window. He couldn’t see the creature, but he spotted movement in the field to the north. Whatever it was, it moved quickly.
Mike slammed the truck in reverse and angled it toward the oncoming creature. It was running directly toward them; moving at a speed faster than a moving car. Roger jumped out of the truck and dropped to a knee. He thumbed the safety, and steadied the gun and tried to control his breathing.
“Aim for the head. If you shoot it in the body it will keep on coming.”
He could here his father in the back of his head, barking orders at him on how to shoot, but he knew he didn’t have much time. With the creature in his sights, he took a deep breath and held it, before squeezing the trigger. He missed the creature who bared down on them. Upset with himself, he lined up another shot, calmed his nerves through several deep breaths, held his breath, and squeezed the trigger again. The shot was true and hit the roaring creature above its left eye, or what Roger thought resembled an eye. The creature had slowed its approach, but still wasn’t dead. Roger repeated the exercise and put a second shot through its head.
The creature wasn’t like anything he had ever seen before. The skin was a deep, murky green color and I was shiny, as if it were wet. The eyes were large and black, in the shape of an oval, with no whites surrounding the pupil; just pure and utter blackness. Sharp pointy fangs took the place of normal teeth, and a green fluid slowly flowed out if its mouth. Instead of hands, it had long, sharp and serrated fingers that resembled claws. The arms hung down longer than human arms. The creature was definitely not human and had to be from another planet.
Roger shook all over. Adrenaline coursed through his body, and he was unable to comprehend what had happened in the previous thirty seconds. “Jesus! Even after your description of what we are up against…I wasn’t prepared for that.” He dropped the gun on the seat of the truck and began to pace, running his sweaty hands through his thick, dark hair. He took deep breaths and cussed, trying to get himself under control.
Mike got out of the truck and yelled to Roger. “Snap out of it, Roger! We gotta go, man. If there was one out there, more are sure to be around.”
Roger kicked the tire of the truck, before getting in. “I don’t know if I can do this. It’s just too intense.”
“I understand your fear, but I could really use your help. It’ll get easier. I promise you that.”
Roger nodded his head and Mike slammed his foot on the gas, screeching the tires, and fish-tailing the rear end of the truck as he left the gas station in their rear-view mirror.
They sat in silence while they finished smoking. A blue haze filled the room, and definitely didn’t smell good. The skunky aroma of the marijuana, mixed with the stench of the burning tobacco, didn’t make for an appetizing smell.
Mike walked over to one of the coolers and pulled out two bottles of water. He walked back over to Roger and tossed him one of the lukewarm bottles. They both drank deeply to ease their burning throats.
Mike finished eating, but he knew he was wasting time. His intention was to stop for something to eat and find a new vehicle. One of the items could be checked off his list, but it was time to move on and finish his task. He just felt comforted by the fact people were still alive; something he thought would be impossible.
“Let me ask you, Roger, do you have a car? With fuel?”
“Of course I do, man. It’s got a little more than half left in the tank.” He could see that this question made the boy anxious. “Why, man?”
“You can settle down, Roger.” He chuckled. “I have no intention of stealing your car.”
“Oh yeah, you showed up in an SUV. Why are you asking then?”
“Well that’s just it. My car is nearly out of gas, and with no power, I have no way to fill it up. I was going to ask you if you could give me a ride to Waterton Canyon, that is if you have nothing else going on?” Mike chuckled knowing full well that Roger more than likely had nothing else to do.
Roger considered the proposition. “Of course, man. But why do you want to go to the canyon? There’s nothing there. It’s just a recreational area. Unless…you’re going there to escape whatever it is that’s going on here, aren’t you? I will take you but you have to keep me with you. I don’t want whatever is out there to get me. And we can stock up on provisions right here, man.” Roger started grabbing as much as he could carry from the shelves.
“It’s not exactly that, Roger. Everything that is happening is kind of my fault.” He could see the anger on Roger’s face. He must have lost a lot of friends and maybe some family members. “I am actually heading southwest of Wateron Canyon. There is a top secret military base hidden deep in the mountains. That is where I need to go.”
“This is all your fault? You’re a monster.” He said between gritted teeth.
Mike tried to approach Roger. “Calm down. I said this was my fault, not that I slaughtered all of these people. Now I need to ensure that I put an end to it. I can take one of the cars in the parking lot, but I have come to enjoy your company. Considering I am going to die soon, and more than likely you will too, I figured it might be nice to have some company for our last hours.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, man. I never agreed to a suicide mission. I’m not looking to die,”
Mike pulled out the pack of cigarettes and lit another one, taking a long drag. “I hate to break it to you, Roger, but at this point you are going to die. Not by a gunshot or in a similar manner as those poor innocent souls out there, but by what I have to do when I arrive back at the base. It’s the only way and it has to be done.”
“You’re crazy, man. I don’t like the way you’re talking. None of us are going to die. Whatever did this has moved on.”
Mike rubbed his hand on his forehead. “You’re not listening, Roger. Look, let me just tell you what happened and what I have to do, and you can consider whether or not you want to help me. Can you agree to that?”
Roger considered what was being asked for a moment. “I suppose I could do that. But I don’t think I will go along with whatever you have in mind.”
Mike took another drag. “We will see about that. This all started yesterday when I arrived on base. See my main purpose was to study and understand something. For fifteen years I have been doing this, and I finally thought I had cracked the code. For the last week we put a plan in place, with safety protocols mind you, but we weren’t prepared for what happened…”