‘Unbelievable!’ Andy replied running over to see for himself. I was left behind admiring the dazzling array or armoury, when I looked up and saw the others were conversing. Being some distance away, it seemed somewhat comical seeing them next to one other, as Jack was nearly a foot taller.
Andy who was approaching his 23rd birthday was eight years younger than Jack and six years younger than myself.
‘ Look! It’s them. Go!’ A dark booming voice yelled. I heard the firing of machine gun bullets and saw Andy and Jack dive out of the way, and into the passageway.
Bullets fired passed me, I tried to run faster, turning behind a pile of crates, pulling out a machine gun and turning again to face the hall. I waited a few moments before rising to my feet. I peered out from behind the crates. Just then, I saw three men wearing dark green suits turn into the passage. Two more were coming my way. As I looked closer I realised that they were actually hovering off the ground. I looked again to question what I was seeing. This couldn’t be the case.
It seemed we had lost our only advantage. Could they too possess the human phenomenon of flight? No, surely not. The life signs on my scanner were telling me so, but I knew only humans could fly. Then I shot back to realisation, that we were the only humans within four hundred light years. I thought of the humans on Pluto, but they were only three feet tall, hence it aptly being named `Dwarf land`.
It then occurred to me that these beings could be deformities. A bullet shot past my ear again. What was I doing? I had a mission to accomplish here. Dealing with whatever these creatures were; revealing the Goa’uld symbiotes and my job here was done.
I stepped back from the crates, taking out my newfound firearm and aiming it at the gap between the crates placed my finger on the trigger. Suddenly, two alarmingly tall men appeared above the crates. How could I forget they too possessed the ability to defy the gravity? It was too late to adjust my aim; I rose ten feet in the air and attempted to fly swiftly away. I aimed my gun behind me and began shooting, admittedly in a somewhat random fashion. I heard a yell, perhaps the job had been done.
I turned once more and settled down in the corner of the warehouse. I heard voices, more than one. Where did the others come from? I picked up another shooter from a nearby crate. The situation was bad and my heart was pumping rapidly. I convinced myself to go on with conviction.
I stood up, took a deep breath, loaded the guns with ammunition and ran boldly ahead. There were at least twelve of them. I nearly stopped with surprise but instinct told me to go on. They were floating tactically around the room and upon seeing me raised their weapons. I concentrated fire on the closest two. They both fell to the ground with a booming bump. I turned to face another when a bullet ripped through my armour and pierced my arm. It was beyond pain. I feared the worst. I dropped my gun and grabbed my arm. At that moment everything paused. Not a single thing was moving. It seemed as though I had risen out of my own body and was assessing the scenario. It looked quite bad.
After a few minutes, movement resumed. The bullets were now simply bouncing off me. The invincibility trick. Of course! I could almost laugh. I stood still for a moment watching them empty round after round on me with stunned faces. With a satisfied feeling of serenity and a bemused look on my face, I simply picked them off one by one.
Having killed the rest of the green suited men, I took to the air and made for the passageway. I arrived in next to no time. I followed the passage for a few minutes then heard more bullets and shouting. It sounded as though the others were being troubled by extra men, but without the leisure of invincibility. I turned a corner and saw Andy had backed against a wall firing a pistol down another passage. Just then, as though in slow motion, a bullet pierced Andy’s chest and I heard him scream.
‘ANDY!’ I yelled. He couldn’t possibly have died. Everything blacked out.
He kicked the door open, pulled out two handguns and pointed them around the room. No one was there. He turned and ushered his fellow agents into the room. We just so happen to be his brothers.
No! The level had just begun…
By Azmat Rashid
