The Children of Roswell (Book One) The Swift Chronicle
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He pushed the disc forward … faster now … for he truly wanted out of this hole in the ground. It had begun to close in on him, and he was surprised to feel sweat building on his upper lip once again. “I guess there are some things about me that won’t ever change,” he said, reaching up and wiping away the moisture. The closer he got to the blast door, the more power he asked of the gravity drive, until finally the floor was alive with dancing debris. Granite was again falling from the ceiling, bouncing off the disc like noisy raindrops on the sheet-metal roof on his dad’s workshop back home.
As he slewed the disc to the right he could see Venus hanging brightly in the west just above the now dark outline of the mountains. He took a last look around at the rubble lying on, and still falling to the floor; the remains of the guard shack; and there in the back, the ashen remains of his old Sabre disc.
He looked forward again, out the huge blast door for the last time … out into the darkness that now held his new future. He brought the gravity drive to full power, and as the scream began to echo through the valley, he loosened his minds grip on the disc. An instant before it leapt from the mouth of the bunker, the bright light of Venus sparkled ever so briefly off of a small, round, glowing piece of metal, dancing in the bottom of the door track.
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EPILOG
The frail little creature leaned his forehead against the view-portal, straining to see the almost imperceptible movement on the surface below …
“There!” he exclaimed, “just there … above the tip of that long skinny sea that extends northward along the east side of that equally long and skinny peninsula. He is there; in that desert area still warm with radiation.”
“Yes Brother,” the little one standing next to him answered, “I see it … and … and now … I can feel him. He … he is powerful Brother, do you feel that as well?”
“Yes … but … but now … he is different. He is changed. He is no longer … like us.”
“And look there Brother … do you see? … ”
“ … … He approaches.”