Tesla, Jason Walker [reading cloud ebooks TXT] 📗

a small island in the Pacific Ocean where there just happened to be a massive American base.

Upon arrival at Diego Garcia, the plane landed and was allowed into a hangar. They offloaded the ET bodies and kept them in a secure area behind cordoned-off partition fencing. Only authorized personnel were allowed to walk through the maze of fencing, which was guarded by military police.

Hours later, Darren and Anna showed up at the hangar again. They were met by an intelligence officer on the base, and Anna then asked for him to move everyone underground. The cement floor suddenly began a descent as it was lowered into an underground facility of great magnitude.

It connected to a base filled with scientists and security personnel. One of the guards directed them toward the correct hallway. The hidden lab was full of amazing inventions, from gravitational platforms that moved cargo without wheels, to lighting that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time.

Inside the main tunnel, at the bottom of the shaft, they saw three people—each of them nearly eight feet tall, with pale blond hair and even paler skin. They were talking to a small group of special forces soldiers that were wearing odd exoskeleton body armour that Darren had never seen before.

Anna spoke to him using telepathy. He was amazed that he’d heard her voice inside his head and looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. “Not now,” she said.

Instead, he focused on the bodies of the dead galactic beings. Something prodded at the back of Darren’s mind, and he snapped up a mental shield. It had been part of his remote viewing training. So long as he focused on it, no one would be able to go poking around inside of his head.

Once the dead ETs were delivered, Darren was escorted out of the building and up onto the surface. He was allowed to stay on base for as long as Anna required. After that, he was going to be given his team’s next assignment. So, he had a few beers that night with his mates and enjoyed visiting the junior ranks where he could unwind a bit.

The next day, though, Darren’s team spent hours cleaning their personal gear, going to the mess hall for chow, and hanging around the barracks. He hadn’t heard anything from his boss yet, so he busied himself with menial tasks. Eventually, Mathews got tired and called it an early night.

Just after 3 a.m., Darren was broken out of a peaceful slumber by the unmistakable sound of explosions going off outside of his building. It was one of the barracks next to his! A great commotion took over the area, with people shouting for people to wake up and exit the building. It got his attention and Darren threw himself outside in his shorts and a T-shirt and his combat boots. It wasn’t hard to realize that people were trapped in the destroyed buildings next door.

Suddenly, a second explosion went off. It made the earth tremble and the concussion blast knocked several people off of their feet including Darren. When he recovered, he joined the soldiers who were gathering from outside all of the buildings. Some went back into their barracks and emerged with fire extinguishers and wool blankets soaked in water. They used them to try and put the flames of those who were on fire. Others tried to quell the flames all around the barracks. Darren saw Phil run off to alert the base fire department and get them to respond right away.

Then, Darren saw somebody trying to get out of the main door to one of the burning buildings and went over to help him. When he got closer he asked, “What happened?”

The man looked at Darren and shrugged his shoulders, “No clue! I was sleeping, and then suddenly the whole place was on fire!”

They hadn’t even managed to put the fires of the first barracks out before white phosphorus grenades started going off inside one of the buildings. Darren helped a confused soldier get out onto the road away from the burning building. He seemed to be somewhat intoxicated and wasn’t thinking through things too well on his own. He stayed with him and calmed him down while he watched the flames increase with intensity. The heat was starting to get intense if you got too close to the burning buildings in some areas. Off in the distance, some vehicles were approaching rather quickly.

One of the duty officers showed up and took one look at the fires, which was now a raging inferno, and began shouting at any person that he saw attempting to go back into either of the burning structures. “Get back! Don’t go near the fires!”

Five minutes later, the squeal of the fire engines coming towards them cut through the air. Another explosion went off in the back of one of the burning barracks. Flames started jumping into Darren’s view, which caught his attention as he looked for some of his team to help keep their building safe. Darren hurried to help others who were climbing out of windows between two of the barracks, only to stumble over the remains of a soldier that was dead. The poor bloke had been blown up by the explosion and launched out a window by the looks of his cut-up body.

They suffered losses that night that no one had planned for.

It took several hours before the fires were contained. Then, people started walking through the buildings looking for bodies. Darren went back to where he had found the man blown to bits, knowing that most of the other people there wouldn’t know where to look. It wasn’t long before he saw the soldier’s remains. He picked up a leg first and then an arm. They were stacking the bodies near the gate, so they could be collected and properly disposed of later.

“Say, mate, come give me a hand with this one, won’t you?” Darren said to Phil who had returned from his quest to get more help on the scene. He led the way back to the split between barracks. They worked together to pick up the bulky corpse. Hot blood seeped onto the front of Darren’s shirt, and his hands slipped on the wet fabric of the deceased man.

They added the lifeless body to the pile. A member of the fire department was working a hose and asked Darren to go and look in an area that he couldn’t get to yet because he was still putting out spot fires. He looked at Darren and confirmed what he needed him to do. “Go make sure no one else is back in that area of the building, would you?”

Darren gave a nod and returned to the rear of the burnt building that was closest to where he had been staying. He walked through what was once the rear wall and couldn’t see anything, so he walked into what had been somebody’s room, but it had been burnt up pretty bad. There was some stuff under a bed, so he kneeled down and had a look underneath it to see if there were any bodies. There were none that Darren could see, so he left the place and walked by the windows to see if bodies were just beyond them. As he walked up to the first window, something caught his eye. It was a metallic object, and as he kneeled down beside it, he saw that it was a pocket watch. It didn’t look very expensive, but the design on the facing was neat enough. It seemed like a shame to just leave it there to be crushed under someone’s boot later or put in a dumpster and hauled out to sea where it would be disposed of with all the other burnt-up debris.

Darren tucked it in his pocket and carried on. There was a lot of work to be done, and it wasn’t anything that had been planned for. He wondered what had caused the explosion. Had it been a test gone wrong? Sabotage? Suicide? He knew better than to try and ask any questions but—well, Mathews had always been a curious sort. He might try and snoop around later. Maybe Anna would know more about it when he got to see her again.

For now, all he could do was try to keep his head down and keep his team ready for their next mission. Eventually, his handler would turn up and want to brief him.

As the sun set, he went to the mess hall to eat something. Everyone was talking about the fire and wondering what the cause of it had been. He was thankful that his barracks had survived after all that. Sleeping in a bed for a second night was something he was looking forward to after he’d finished eating his evening meal.

After having a shower, Mathews changed into fresh clothes and started reading a book called Chariots of the Gods by Erik Von Daniken as he sat back on his bed. His mind filled with stuff and got him thinking until he drifted off to sleep.

At 2 a.m., Darren was woken up by a commotion outside his window. He was hearing men making comments as they searched the rubble for something—Perhaps a cause for the fire, Darren thought, as he moved out of bed to see what was going on. He looked over at Phil, who was still asleep on his cot in another part of the room, and then brought his attention back to what was transpiring outside in the dark. As he gazed out his window, he saw two men who were wearing back armour like the men he’d seen underground. They were wearing exo-skeleton body suits that made them stand out, but no one else was watching what they were doing. Maybe they sensed that they were being watched. Maybe their job was done. Either way, they vanished with a soft pop right in front of Darren’s eyes. These guys had teleportation capabilities. At first, Darren thought he was dreaming, but those guys were now gone. The level of technology on this base was incredibly impressive.

For a few seconds more, Darren looked outside through the glass, hoping something more would happen. They could still be standing there under a cloaking device for all he knew. Anything was possible. That made him question himself. Had he been hallucinating?

Darren shook his head. Of course, they’d been there. He’d seen them! Now he could see that Phil was sound asleep and hadn’t heard anything, so he went back to his own bed and settled back in. He tossed and turned for the next hour until he finally fell asleep.

The next day, as they were leaving, Darren talked to Phil about what he’d seen the previous night. He told Phil about the soldiers he’d seen in black armour who had just disappeared into nothing right in front of his eyes.”

Phil answered, “Haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about.”

“You know about them. Don’t play dumb with me, mate. Just come off and tell me, so we can both get on with things.”

Phil didn’t put up much more of a fight before relenting. “We’re not supposed to talk about what we see or participate in on this island. Seeing people teleport in or out of the area makes you question things, though, doesn’t it? They’re part of a mercenary force called Kruger, which is kept underground in bases in Antarctica and near the site where Hitler’s heavy water system was stored in Norway. They don’t exist, and they do the dirty wet work that the power circles need to get done in order to maintain power