Alien Invasion: and the origins of mankind Read online

remain that way forever, at all cost. There were certain things the public could not be informed of, certain things they could not handle. This was the greatest of them all.

  Countless conspiracy theorists have spent years searching the world over looking for any “hidden bases”, where top-secret knowledge was being held back from them. They wanted to find them all and expose them to the world. They would not find this one.

  Deep inside the complex a young soldier numbered 47 wearing a black uniform with no nametag walked along a darken tunnel, his feet echoing off the metal grating floor. Florissant light bulbs on both sides of the tunnel lit the walkway. Along the way he passed by five emotionless security guards forty feet apart in sliver uniforms and black goggles guarding the tunnel with guns in hand. Two guards further down the corridor guarded a room very few have ever been inside of. No one outside the complex knew what was inside the room and no one would ever find out. Soldier 47 walked passed the two guards. Beyond the secret doors scientists in white lab coats sat at desks, working away on laptops, decoding messages sent to them by, the visitors.

  Solider 47 moved down the hall until he came upon a large black door. He placed his right hand on the large flat screen to his right of the door. A red laser beam started from the top and made its way down scanning his fingerprints along the way. A second blue laser beam above the door turned downwards and pointed towards the soldier’s eyes. The laser scanned left to right. He then turned to the security panel on his left and entered a seven-digit code. He pressed enter at the bottom and when all three of the security devices gave the green signal the large heavy metal doors in front opened.

  He walked into the next room and the heavy metal door behind him closed. The room was empty of everything, except for an enormous tall grey metal robot with colossal size guns for hands, four cannon barrels on each arm, capable of firing explosive shells. After the door locked behind solider 47 the robot awoke with red glowing eyes and rose up from the seated position. The sound of the moving parts echoed throughout the room. It now stood seven feet tall and pointed the cannons at the solider. The robot’s red eyes scanned solider 47, reading his DNA. If the robot did not make the perfect match with the soldier’s DNA it would open fire for thirty seconds. In the room there was nowhere to hide or run.

  After the scan was complete the robot lowered back down to the ground and the red eyes turned off. The door on the other side of the room opened to let him through. His DNA was a match.

  Solider 47 made his way passed the massive robot and out of the dark, cold empty room and into an enormous, bright loud war room filled with soldiers moving about reading over paperwork and typing on computer keyboards. Bright white lights lit up everyone and everything. Computers terminals lined row by row as soldiers worked away at there desks. Huge screens with multiple live satellite images of the earth and stars took up the wall space. Only one color filled the room, grey. Everything from the walls, floors and the ceiling where grey. In the center of the room stood a large metal circle platform with three steps leading up around it.

  The room was void of anything emotional. No family pictures, no letters from kids, no coffee mugs with cute quotes or pictures printed off the internet of cats holding onto a rope with he words “hang in there” across the bottom. No plants or abstract art decorated a corner or desk. No pictures or paintings hung on any of the grey walls. No golden framed pictures of children at there first day of school or wives smiling on any of the desks.

  In this room the computer monitors had more life then the soldiers.

  The soldiers quickly moved about with paperwork in hand as the sounds of typing and talking filled the room. No one smile, just a dead serious stare in everyone’s eyes as they went about working on top-secret assignments. None of them were married. Every solider had official been listed as killed in action. Mothers and fathers had given up hope on seeing their sons alive again, convinced they had lost their lives fighting for their country far away, but they were alive and well. They had given up their identities in order to work in the secret location. They were dedicated to the cause to the highest levels. To the outside world they were gone, forever. The men had given up their names. Now, they were just a number. It was necessary in order to protect, the secret.

  In time all secrets were eventually made public, but not this one.

  In the history of the complex there was only one breach of security. Somehow a man had gotten through, just one time.

  The room was void of laugher, love, humor, kindness, and friendliness. The only thing felt was, determination. No one felt it more then the General.

  A large tall man with razor sharp eyes and a straighter chin with short spiky hair stood in the center of the sliver platform with his hands on his hips. Watching over everyone. He stood about six foot seven with a jaw could crush an eight ball from a pool table with eyes of ice and a voice of fire.

  Solider 47 made his way across the room and up the three steps and over to the General “Sir, the code has been broken. We have the location of where the next alien saucer will land in one years time.”

  The General turn with his usual fire in the eyes and took the paperwork from the young man “Well done solider 47. Now lets see where these big-eyed bugs will be landing.” He looked over the paperwork “Looks like the aliens will be landing on a Friday night in a town called…Springbrook Gardens” the General’s eyes shot open wide as his blood turned cold. He stared at the paperwork in his hands wondering if he was going to wake up. The nightmare he secretly feared was now becoming a reality. He knew the town’s name; he knew it all to well. It had haunted his dreams for years.

  Not to long ago a drifter named John Smith somehow broke into the complex and warned the General to watch out for the town called Springbrook Gardens. Telling him it’s the town where everything will come to a head on a Saturday afternoon. The great battle will take place at that time.

  At first the General wrote off the drifter’s warning as nothing but pointless jabber, but over the years he came to question it. Wondering if it truly were the time and location for the alien invasion were the Great War would be fought. Now, with the paperwork in his hands with the towns name right in front of him, this could only mean one thing. The war is really going to happen. The invasion he was preparing for was going to ensue, the start of the Great War. A scale and magnitude the world had never witnessed before. It would start in Springbrook Gardens and spread throughout the world.

  If the war were to spread from country to country it would be impossible to stop, but if the battle were taken to the aliens right at the very start, there would be a good chance of victory.

  The General stood up straight with the paperwork in his hands. For decades now aliens have been visiting earth and secretly talking with selected scientists. Trying to “help make the world a better place.”

  In order for the scientists to know where and when to meet with the aliens they would receive a coded message from space which would be picked up by the soldiers with the use of satellites and computers, and deciphered over time, The messages would contain the longitude and latitude of the saucers expected landing. The soldiers would then locate the spot on a map and the General would head out to the location with a few scientists to rendezvous with the saucer, collect the information from the aliens and leave. The interaction with the aliens would only last for thirty seconds or less. The aliens said it was important not to have too much contact with humans. Saying it would interfere with our mental state of growing. The locations were always in a quiet area at night. Away from big cities or crowds. Usually in a forest were no one would see the saucer land.

  They flew around in small oval shaped saucers, big enough for three aliens, but the General knew there was a massive mother ship somewhere in the sky. He had never seen it, but he knew it was large. It was from the large mother ship all the smaller saucers would fly in and out of.

  The aliens always said they come in peace, but the General knew different. He knew one da
y they would invade. Did the aliens really think they where going to fool him? Making it look as though this was just another “friendly visit” like all the others, when in fact this was the start of massive global invasion.

  With the information in his hands he had the jump on them. He knew the truth. He knew everything the aliens said about peace was a lie. Just a means of getting the military and scientific community to put their guards down and fail to be prepared, but he was ready. He wasn’t planning on just sitting back and letting a global take over happen. It was his job to protect the earth, to fight back and win. That’s what he was going to do. Most people upon founding out aliens were planning in invasion would’ve reacted with fear, but he wouldn’t, he only felt anger. Though, he never expressed it in front of his men. He continued to stare at the paperwork remaining calm. He looked over to solider 28 who sat at the state of the art computer terminal. “Find me the town of Springbrook Gardens on a map, now”

  Solider 28 typed in the town’s name as fast as his fingers could move. Within seconds he pulled up a map on his screen. “Sir, I have it here now. It’s a small little town in the middle of nowhere with a small population,