Time Warp

by Steven Brockwell

  “Why shouldn’t she be? “

  “Well if they traced you’re where a bout’s on your phone, then they also know where Jessie is, “replied nick

  The though suddenly struck Carl he knew Sonard’s men would stop at nothing just to get to him, and the location of the spearhead. Carl drove back to the restaurant where Jason and Jan were waiting outside; Carl hit the brakes hard and shouted, “come on get in!”

  “What’s going on boss? “ Asked Jason

  “Its Jessie, I think she might be in trouble “replied Carl.

  “What, if anyone lays a hand on her, they are going to know what trouble means! “ Replied Jason

  Jason always looked out for Jessie, just the thought of someone hurting her made Jason revile his nasty sadistic side. He had fought in Bosnia and the ordeals he had to face turned him into a tough mean son of bitch, he always managed controlled his dark side knowing what his capabilities where. However, if his temperament was pushed to the limits his enemy had better run as fast as they could, Jason would leave no stone unturned until he had his revenge.

  Carl drove as fast as he could through the main by pass hoping to avoid a traffic jam, he knew Sonard’s men would be after Jessie trying to squeeze any information they could out of her. Every minute would be a minute needed in order to try to save Jessie’s life. Carl took a detour and left the bypass, and made his way to a small town just outside the bustling city of Athens. He drove to Jessie’s, boyfriend’s house, on the out skirts of town and parked their jeep across the road, scanning the area looking for any sign of Sonard’s henchmen. It was almost dark and Carl notice a small light was on, inside one the rooms on the upper floor. Carl used a pair of binoculars to peer through the window hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, when suddenly a strong light emerged from the same window. “Wow did you see that? “ Said nick, “it looked like a camera flash“.

  “That’s no camera! It’s them, they are here, “replied Carl.

  Nick stepped out of the jeep; Jason headed for the boot and lifted the carpet up revealing a false bottom. “What you got there? “ Asked Carl

  “Well you didn’t thing I was going in there empty handed, “replied Jason.

  Carl looked into the back of the jeep, there inside a secret compartment laid two Enfield sub machine guns, two eagle revolvers, a string of frag grenades, and a good supply of ammo. Jason took one of the Enfield’s and clipped in a mag, and handed it to Carl”, well do you believe me now? “Asked Carl

  “No! Alien or no alien I am going to kick me some Ass,” replied Jason.

  He took one of the Enfield’s for himself and handed nick one of the revolvers; he also placed two frag grenades in his pocket. Nick and Carl headed for the door; they rang the bell, only there was no answer. Jason came up from behind with Jan, who felt secure with Jason by her side and pushed Carl out of the way, “this is how it’s done”, said Jason, as he lifted his foot into the air and with ease kicked the door in. Jason stepped inside the dark silent hallway, his military training was proving to come in handy; he scoured the hallway and began to search down stairs. Carl followed closely behind him leaving Jan and nick by the front door. Jason came across Jessie’s boyfriends, lifeless body lying in a pool of warm blood on the living room floor. Carl notices something had been inscribed or cut into his for head, a symbol of some kind. “Nothing we can do for him, “whispered Carl.

  Jason backed tracked to the stair way and carefully started to make his way up stairs, nick and Jan followed leaving Carl to watch their backs just in case someone approached them from behind.

  Jason slowly approach the bedroom door, a small ray of light could be seen from the small lamp shade, Jason burst through the door and stopped dead in his tracks, he dropped his gun to the floor and fell to his knees. He held his face as tears streamed down his cheeks, Carl pushed passed nick and ran up to Jason, Carl looked up to the wall on top of the main bed and stared at the horrific seen that Sonard’s men had left for them to discover.

  Jessie lay naked pinned to the wall, her throat had been slashed, blood streaked down her tortured, lifeless body, her hands had two stakes driven through them it looked as if Jessie had been crucified. On the wall was a symbol, a marking drawn with Jessie own blood, Jan walked in with Nick and quickly walked back outside again.

  “Who the hell would do something like this, “asked nick.

  “Its Sonard’s henchmen “replied Carl.

  “I thought you said they were humble or whatever? “ Asked nick

  “No! Not them, their just Sonard’s hired assassins.”

  Carl and Nick lowered Jessie’s body to the bed and carefully covered her with a sheet.

  As Jason wept by her side, out raged that someone could do such a thing to Jessie,

  “They going to pay for this “, said Jason

  “How the hell did they get out of here, we didn’t see anyone leave! “ Asked nick

  “I told you they teleport everywhere leaving no trace, “answered Carl.

  “So how the hell are we going to catch them? “ Asked Jason. “The same way they found Jessie “, replied Carl.

  Carl put his hand into his pocket and took out his phone, “what you’re going to do, phone them, “asked Jason

  “Don’t be daft! They tracked Jessie through her phone and they will track us the same way, but this time we will be waiting for them, “replied Carl.

  Jan realized that Nick was the brainy one, he had a degree in electronics, and while on the other hand Jason was all Broun’s and no brains. Nevertheless, somehow, Jan was glad to have Jason on her side, his huge muscular body and bulging muscles was what they really needed at this point in time. Carl rang Jan’s home number; giving Sonard’s men chance to trace his call. “Ok now take cover, and no one fire a shot just leave it to me, “said Carl

  “Like hell I will, I want me an ET! “ Replied Jason. “Just shut the fuck up and hand me a grenade “, replied Carl.

  They all hide inside the blood stained room waiting for Sonard’s men to appear, when a blinding light entered the room and there from out of now where, stood two of Sonard’s men. Carl and Jason sprang out of hiding weapons coked and ready to go. Carl slowly approached the men, one of them pressed a small button attached to his wrist, Carl realized that is how they signaled to be transported back to their layout.

  The strong light suddenly reappeared engulfing the two men, Carl took out his grenade and pulled the pin, he slipped it into the light near one of the men’s feet, who intern looked down in horror releasing they had been tricked. However, it was too late to do anything; they vanished again taking the primed grenade back to the teleportation system. On arrival the grenade would detonate, destroying their main way of transporting themselves, from now on they would have to travel like Carl and his friends using other simpler methods. Carl had finally even the odds, and now stood a fair chance of defeating Sonard.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  the disk

  Carl laid on one the beds in a shabby looking remote, motel room. They had all decided it would be for the better if they stayed together; and lay low for a while not having contact with friends or family In fear that Sonard’s men will would repeat the same ghastly, torturing methods that Jessie had gone through.

  Jan and Nick, had just returned from some take away pizza’s place, Jason ran up and picked the extra pepperoni which did not last long and as usual Jason devoured his before everyone else did, and began constantly passing up and down the small hallway in their motel room, eager to seek his revenge. However, he knew that without detailed information about his enemy it would be ridicules to consider any kind of assault on Sonard and his people.

  Carl was next to finish his make shift meal, he occasionally scratching the back of his neck where he thought he had scratch himself after falling over in Jan’s apartment, The scab had peeled off and was becoming even more irritating. Carl began to tumble the small CD Maya had slipped into his shoe when he was still over in Sonard’s undergrou
nd facility through his fingers, wondering how he could extract or siphon any information it might hold. Carl’s office and laboratory where he worked, would be under surveillance by Sonard’s men, the only other computer systems capable of down loading the small CD, were destroyed a long with their cruiser.

  Jason continued pacing up and down when he noticed the small disk in Carl’s hand, “Hey boss what you got there?” asked Jason. “It’s something someone had slipped me when I was kidnapped”, replied Carl.

  “Gee! We are on your side you know, toss it here let’s see what you got “, asked Jason

  “It’s pointless! We do not have the equipment to down load it. “

  Nick had overheard their little conversation and walked into the other room with a smile on his face, “that’s what you think boss”, he said.

  Nick walked outside to Jason’s Coronado and soon returned carrying a brief case. Carl and the others watched as nick placed his brief case on the table and flipped the top open. There stood what looked like a larger version of a laptop, while the other numerous amounts of electronic gadgets, began to pour out from side pockets set up neatly along the top half of his brief case. Nike pulled on wires, plugging in USB connections and began to set up his own portable, computer system. “It’s no use nick that disk is two small, your lap top will not take it!” said Carl

  “I know, that’s why with this little baby I can copy the whole of what you got, into my I pod then transmit and store the whole thing onto a computer file.

  Carl just stared over at Nick, his mouth half opened, trying to figure out what the hell this computer genius or freak even, was going on about. Nick switched on his laptop and began to set up a copy to file, as everyone gathered round, and had his or her eyes peeled to the screen, waiting to see what dark secrets were about to be revealed. The first image they saw was that of a man from some distant ancient civilization, no one had a clue whom he was, and what significance this person might have had in the past.

  The next image appeared, it was similar to the first, and no one knew what any of this meant? Picture after picture appeared of different men from different civilizations, some had darkened skins and wore headdresses, facial masks; some even had their faces painted until finally Jason realized that most of these people were worriers, leaders in battle. However, what could all of this mean, and why photograph leaders, heads men of different tribes?

  The clip wheeled on showing different times throughout our existence, until finally one face come to recognition.

  “Carl, what exactly did Sonard say his people were trying to do? “ Asked Jason

  “Well Maya had said that Sonard’s team of scientist tried to lead man on a humble course, to love and to care for one another,” replied Carl.

  “Yea, but how where they were able to do this, and what methods did they use? “

  “Sonard said that they would abduct a female, fertilize her, and later on influence that child to become a great man or woman that would change the course of our history, so our race could advance itself beyond our expectations “, answered Carl.

  “Yea right, if what we are seeing is what I think it is, this whole tape could be the people Sonard had influencing, and I can tell you now it was no peace mission! Most of these guys are all high ranking, military leaders,” said Jason.

  “Well that could only mean one thing, Sonard said they tried to influence our race to become a humble people like themselves but failed“.

  “Yea, and how else do you win a war or a planet if not through peaceful means,” Asked Jason. “Teach your neighbors how to fight, advance their weaponry, and let them kick the shit out of each other while you just lay back and watch.”

  “That’s ridicules! Sonard wanted a peaceful race to live on the earth so they would accept his own people and live in harmony together “, replied Carl.

  “Would you lot just shut up! “ Shouted Nick

  The disk continued to show various people up to what seemed like the 19Th century, then stopped, Instead of people different signs, strands of some kind started to appear on the Screen. Some of them looked like mathematical, calculations of some kind, a new concept of mathematics no one had ever seen before; the disk was showing how advanced Sonard’s race really was. The information just kept on coming up across the screen, no one had a clue what it could mean, the series on the tape started to show different strains, formulas, until finally it ended leaving just a logo similar to the one Janet had found on the small pendent device. Everyone in the room was silent not knowing what to make of what they have just seen.

  Nick hooked his computer up to the motels phone line, and started to enter key words into his laptop. “What are you doing Nick?” asked Carl

  “I am down loading all what’s on this disk to a friend of mine, his great at cracking codes,” replied Nick

  “What if Sonard tracks him down “, said Jason.

  “No way, I am using a main line and a scrambler.”

  “What now? “ Asked Jan

  “Well, for a start Jan, I think all of this is getting a bit too dangerous”, replied Carl.

  “What’s that suppose to mean? “ Replied Jan

  “It means! Don’t you think you would be better off going to a friend’s house or something? “

  “Like hell I am! “ Replied Jan, “I am in this just as much as you are so don’t try and push me out!”

  “It’s for your own safety, “replied Carl. Although Jan was not having it, she wanted to stay with the guys; she was the one that had discovered the pendent in the first place.

  Sonard was extremely bitter after Carl’s devious plan; his men tried desperately to repair their Tele -potation system. However, it would take them forever to complete.

  Two helicopters approached Sonard’s hide out in the middle of the Syrian Desert; ready to take a complete task force to Greece, where Carl was hiding. Sonard would still have saturlight links with his surveillance team that would relay anything they could back to Sonard. He was a very determined man, the future off his race was in his hands and he would do anything he could to complete his mission.

  The two choppers landed in Syria’s main airport, Sonard had a strong influence over there, so no questions would be asked. It seems Sonard had a strong influence on quiet a lot of people with his superior knowledge he would sometimes help in giving certain countries, technological solutions, which seemed advanced for our world however, still primitive to his own.

  Sonard was escorted to a private jet that had already been refueled; He would soon embark with the rest of his team of colleagues and hired assassins, who he had no problem in hiring, the money they earned was good, and that is all that really mattered.

  Their jet taxied to a small part of the runway waiting for clearance from the airport’s control tower, Sonard sat at the back of the plane staring through the small window at his side, wondering how Carl could have deceived him, He did have superiority as being from such an advanced race. However, Carl was brought up in a rough area, and attended state schools before he moved on to university the troubles he had to overcome, challenges even physical ones, made Carl Street wise, he knew the tricks of the trade. Sonard knew Carl would make a great asset to his course, even though it would not be easy to convince Carl to come over to his side.

  Their jet finally began to taxi again gaining speed for takeoff, the nose lifted into the air as Sonard lay back in his seat feeling the G force, which reminded him of his younger days as a cadet pilot on his own planet. This used to emit a whitish, glow that could be seen clearly from the distant surrounding stars. However, since their sun in their solar system was dying, over the years the bright whitish glow slowly began to fade. All one could now see was a dull, gloomy planet that was at the brink of becoming a frozen isolated land that will soon not be able to sustain any life at all. Not even Sonard’s race with their advanced technology could do anything but hope that maybe someday, someone would return with good news that they had found a new planet simil
ar to their own for them to try and colonize. .The thoughts and troubles rambled through Sonard’s mind as his private jet raced across the sky. It would not be long before they would touch down in the busy airport of Athens, hoping that in some way he might able to convince Carl to join his side, so they could work together to form a new world, a new kingdom, for Sonard’s race to rule.

  Their jet slowly started to descend, and would soon touch down on the clear strip of runway, used solely for private craft. Sonard and his men will disembark where, A string of cars stood there waiting for them. Sonard took his place in the front car looking at a photo one his men had found in Carl’s apartment; it was a photo of Carl and his uncle many years ago. In the background, Sonard could see what looked like the spearhead he so desperately had been searching.

  He knew Carl had lied to him earlier on, when they had their little discussion, and Sonard’s hopes were very high. Within a short time Sonard, one way or another would have what he wanted and what he had waited so long to find, will soon be within his grasp.

  However, first it was time for revenge. Sonard headed straight for Carl’s apartment, two men walked onto the stair way each caring a bag across their shoulders, they forced Carl’s door open and each placed several charges of high explosives around the apartment and walk calmly back to the string of black cars. One man handed Sonard a small detonation device, as he and his men drove off. A small light flickered waiting to transmit its deadly signal. Sonard pressed the button on the transmitter and detonated the explosives, Carl’s apartment was obliterated, glass flew into the street below, huge flames engulfed the building, a fire alarm could be heard in the distance as Sonard, and his men drove away. Sonard was playing an eye for an eye game and enjoyed every minute of it.

  Carl and his team had just woken up after a late tiresome evening, discussing and trying to figure out what Sonard’s next move might be. Jan hit the showers desperate to wash her long, dark hair that felt grease to the touch. She normally left this task to her hairdresser, who was able to deal with it much better then she could.