THE FORCES OF MIST
by C.M. Brown
(780 word sci-fi)
How the hell had he known that I would be there to organize a recorded message to me? Sandy thought and then found herself distracted by the use of his word ‘gorgeous’, did he actually think she was? Shaking her head she re-focused on the message as it played on.
“….yes, I am able to see into my future and I knew you would be waiting, pressed up against the wall as you were, looking extremely hot!” He winked. “Not all of my race has this ability, only a small number gifted like myself exist.” He smiled, his face lighting up, showing off his perfect features, making Sandy's heart beat slightly faster.
“It is imperative that you ensure your commanders are informed of the information contained in this message. They must switch the communication devices back to the outdated digital network, prior to the detonation of our disabling device or all hope of survival for your species will be lost….” He paused and took in a breath.
“….and then we might never have a chance to get to know each other and that would be a serious shame.”
Sandy could not believe her ears and eyes, was he actually trying to help Earth stop his own species conquest over the planet? Why? What did he have to gain? Or was Jackson simply laying the foundations for a trap, intending to use her as a means to spring it.
She looked at the face displayed on the small com monitor and weighed up her options. Should she follow his request or ignore it? If she did ignore it would there be consequences?
Deliberating for only a short moment her attention was once again focused on the small monitor.
“Sandy, please, you must do this! I implore you to forward this message on. I will try to find you in the near future and meet up to discuss our options.” The monitor went dark and for a few moments Sandy sat dumbfounded by Jackson’s request. She was totally dumbstruck by these words. What the hell did he mean? How the hell did he know her name? She was completely baffled.
Ensuring the area was clear, she started up her vehicle and headed to the safe area, where her camp and the rest of the squad she worked with were congregated.
Sandy was specially trained to service her world in similar tasks to the one she had just completed. The squad she was involved with risked their lives on a daily basis to gather intel on this invading alien race, to help the human civilization combat their attacks with any means they could muster.
“S W A N, is that you on the horizon? Over.” Her com badge sounded over the noise of the engine, as she drove over the scarred terrain of what was once a major city.
“Affirmative command, over.” Sandy answered.
This was a necessary process, as the area surrounding their underground complex was interlaced with weapons, wired and ready to detonate, if an unknown entity approached.
Sandy moved into the bunker and the automatic doors opened to allow her entry and closed immediately as she passed through.
She parked and exited the vehicle; before she left she picked up the com monitor and placed it into her pocket. Turning towards her commander’s office she decided that she had best advise him of the knowledge she had learned about the imminent attack on their communications network.
Sandy also thought it would be best to tell them of the strange behaviour shown by Jackson and had decided to hand over the recorded message, even though she was going to be mightily embarrassed and would possibly experience reprisal from her peers and could be the brunt of jokes, if word got out.
She left her commander’s office an hour later with information she did not expect. Jackson was known to their organization and had been gathering intel for her people for a very long time. He had been informed that a person from her division would be situated in the vicinity she had been positioned.
So he did not possess the ability to see the future, but how had he known her name? She was filled with questions she knew she would not find the answers to, not until she met up with Jackson some time in the future. If she did, he would be bombarded with numerous questions she longed to find the answers to.
That night, Sandy fell asleep in her makeshift cot, dreaming lazily of the mysterious alien who seemed to have captured her heart in only the few short moments they’d met.
(To be continued)