SECTOR 64: Ambush: Sector 64 Book One by Dean M. Cole

Author:Dean M. Cole [Cole, Dean M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CANDTOR Press
Published: 2014-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

Returning to Western Maryland, the Turtle screamed past the raging inferno of the crashed airliner. Jake pointed through the view-wall. "Keep an eye out. We're nearing the area now."

After making their way back to the Turtle, they had departed D.C., heading toward Western Maryland. Richard was at the controls. "I'm keeping it slow enough so we'll see if anything changes between here and the edge of the blast area. Hopefully, the weapon's effect drops off at a distance."

An unending panorama of carnage scrolled across the view-wall. Jake's horror mounted as every passing mile brought additional signs of sudden abandonment. Uncountable columns of smoke stretched to the horizon. Blazing pile-ups clogged corners and intersections. Homes burned as their untended heat sources found additional fuel. Shaking his head, Jake said, "It hasn't changed yet."

As they neared the Appalachians, dark shadows coalesced from the smoky haze to form the mountain range's foothills. Nestled amongst them, a small town materialized.

Pointing, Jake said, "That's the last place I remember seeing movement."

Richard slowed the ship. They crossed the town's eastern edge at a thousand feet above ground level. "You're right," he said, pointing to the community's far side. "From up here, I can see some activity on the town's west end."

Looking at the motionless urban scenery beneath the Turtle, Vic shook his head. "Yeah, but it's still dead on this side," he said somberly.

Jake gestured toward the grassy slope of an open-air park just east of the town center. "Let's land over there."

As Richard extended the landing gear, he said, "Good thing the locals haven't ventured over here yet, they'd take one look at this ship and assume we're the bad guys."

Jake's iPhone started ringing. Digging into his leg pocket, he said, "I forgot I had this." Pulling it out, he saw Sandy's picture on the screen.

A swipe of his finger connected the video call. For a moment, Jake couldn't tell what he was seeing. Then a light illuminated, and he saw Sandy's beautiful face. It looked like she was in the cab of a truck. Barry Manilow's nasal crooning erupted from the phone's speaker.

Copacabana? "Sandy?"

"Jake? Oh, thank God!" Sandy yelled over the crazy music. "Shit! Hang on." Barry's voice died mid-Copa. Then Jake heard her grunt as he saw her throwing something through the truck's open window. "Enough of that shit."

"Baby? Are you okay?" he said.

She looked into the phone's camera. "I'm a long fucking way from okay, but I'll live. What about you? Where are you?"

"I'm … okay, so far. I'm with Richard and Vic." Turning to his wingmen, he mouthed, "Let's go."

With a final look at the panorama of carnage visible through the ship's view-wall, Jake turned and walked toward the airlock. "I won't be able to talk much longer, baby."

"Where are you?" she asked again.

After a quick glance at the alien ship's strange interior, Jake shrugged. Considering the day's events, the program's secret status was a moot point. "I'm in Western Maryland … in a spaceship."

On the screen, Sandy's face froze as she stared unblinkingly back at him.

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