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Chapter 9: Day +4; Liberation; 25 000 feet above a classified military
location in rural Wyoming, USA; 3h32.

The Aztec Class Temporal Assault Pod "FZZ 324-56" materialised out of the
temporal ether, "blinking" into existence in the dark inky sky above the low
cloud cover which blanketed rural Wyoming. The bright starlight from the
sharp pinpricks of stars in the sky over Wyoming was absorbed into the craft
giving off no reflection to signal its existence to the naked human eye. The
cloaking device worked perfectly rendering the assault pod invisible to
sight. The US military satellites and ground based sensor arrays failed to
pick up its appearance as the cloaking facilities of the assault pod easily
foiled their early 21st  century primitive sensor technology.

The cyborg marine piloting the craft used his mind to stabilise the
juddering assault platform as it exited from temporal limbo. The
calculations had been exact and the pilot could see that his craft had
materialised directly over the target LZ. The topographical maps blipping
into his mind from the assault platform’s scanner sweeps unfolded in his
mind.

He could see the strange structure in perfect detail, his mind scanning out
the blizzard that was howling below. His mind quickly routed these images to
the assault "stick" in the platform. In a microsecond he dropped his craft
straight down feeding the information to the assault team ensconced silently
in the body of the vehicle. The details of the alarms, structures,
surrounding countryside, lifeforms present, defences, weapons systems
scrolled within microseconds through the assault team’s minds as they
readied their weapons for the assault. Not a word was spoken. All that could
be heard was the low sussuration and hum of the servo-mechanics of the pod.
Cyborgs, particularly Temporal Assault Marines, the elite shock troops of
the Lord’s Army are not given to small talk or idle chit-chat, in any event.

Dropping through the dense cloud layer they entered the belly of the
snowstorm. Their powerful craft did not feel the storm’s fury at all as it
fell like a platinum raindrop down, down, down towards the target zone.

Twenty metres above the strange squat bunker the craft eased to a silent
halt. The hatches swung open and the assault team dropped out into the white
maelstrom of the blizzard, gliding along beamed trajectory rails, dropping
silently onto and around the bunker. All alarms and weapons were quietly and
efficiently dismantled and an equally silent breach was made in the hardened
bunker entrances.

The two US Airforce men in the bunker never saw the transparent beam weapons
that cut them down.

The cyborg marines de-cloaked as the androids entered the bunker, their
forms identical to the assassinated US officers. Thermal incinerators were
used to turn the bodies of the deceased occupants of the ICBM silo into
microscopic ashes, as the androids took their places, picking up smoothly
where they had left off. Within seconds the marines had re-embarked on the
assault platform, which wasted no time in silently speeding to its next
objective.

The blizzard continued to howl for two days.

The deadly assault had lasted  3.34 minutes from the moment of the emergence
of the assault platform from the temporal ether.

End of Part 16





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