Narbosaurus by Jesse Wilson

Author:Jesse Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

Gordon sat at his radio. “Coldblade X. What is this kid, stuck in the dark age of comics?” Alex said as he heard the name and almost laughed.

“It’s a silly name, but it’s not too bad. I like it,” Bob replied to him and nodded, thinking of plenty of places the name could work.

“Can you get a message out to anyone who can make a difference from here?” Heather asked him and Gordon just sighed.

“I can try. They have listening posts all over, but right now, I’d assume that everyone has their hands full with the disaster taking place,” Gordon replied and started to turn the dial to a channel he knew was his first, best chance. “But, listening posts are weird. MOLOK station might be paying attention, but the problem with that is no one is supposed to know it exists,” Gordon said and the others looked at one another.

“Mind sharing what you know?” Rose asked him straight out.

“MOLOK is some creepy stuff. Sometimes, I just listen; all they transmit is numbers. Endless numbers followed by strange rhythms of static. Once, for a whole year, I tried to write the numbers down and see if there was some kind of pattern; all I got was random nonsense,” he replied to them as he dialed in.

Sure enough, there was an electronic voice speaking out numbers that had no meaning to them or order. Something about the less-than-human voice gave them chills just listening to it. Then they found out how it got its name. The last number came out, and the static started. Every one of them could have sworn the static sounded like MOLOK. Three times the static made the rhythmic sound, and then went back to meaningless numbers.

“That is creepy, I don’t like it,” Jeff said and shivered.

“No one likes it; none of us have ever tried to contact it either but here goes,” Gordon said and pressed the transmit button.

“Hello, Numbers Station. I don’t know if you can hear me, but we have a report that the Vegas infection has not been contained and is at Goldfield, heading towards Ashwind, please respond,” Gordon said into the speaker. For a few seconds, the static stopped and so did the numbers. Everyone waited with anticipation as to what would happen next.

“6, 21, 3, 1, 9, 14, 7, 8, 5, 12, 12,” the voice replied to them then the station went dead.

“I think you killed it. Maybe we should have mentioned that we know Bruce to help our chances of being taken seriously?” Heather said to him and shook her head.

“No, I think the message got through. I mean, it’s never gone quiet before; whoever is listening heard it, but I don’t think they are happy. I’m guessing they changed frequency too, because as you can see, there isn’t even a signal on here anymore either,” Gordon replied to her, having no idea who Bruce was, and spun the dial back to Coldblade’s channel.

“Kid, I sent the message to our best shot in someone listening to it; all you can do now is wait or get out of town.

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