Battle Earth VIII (Book 8) (15 page)

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Phillips replied.

“This sniper, did you talk to him?”

Taylor shook his head. “Not yet, but he’s alive.”

“A Krys agent?”

“Must be, General.”

“Only a matter of time till you got targeted, I guess,” Phillips added.

“What are my orders?”

Dupont looked confused.

“You’ve done enough for now, Colonel. Find out more about this sniper and have your people enjoy a respite.”

“Rest? General we were in combat for one day. We are ready to go back in.”

“It’s okay, Mitch,” said Phillips. “We’ll need you soon enough.”

He knew he wasn’t getting anywhere and turned and left. They were right about one thing, the sniper. Many questions still rolled around his mind about the incident, and he wanted information as much as he wanted payback. He went on through B13 to the cellblock, past Jones’ clone, and onto the next cell. Taylor stepped inside the first doorway leading to the observation room and found Rossi there with a datapad.

“Hello, Doctor.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned to speak and then looked at the dried blood on his clothing.

“Are you all right, Colonel?”

“Just fine. That bastard in there caused this blood, but it ain’t mine.”

“I am sorry to hear that, Colonel.”

He nodded in gratitude. “Please, stop calling me Colonel. You are a civilian. Call me Mitch.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Then tell me about this Krys scumbag. What have you learnt?”

She looked confused.

“What is it?”

“This man is not a Krys agent. He is not a clone.”

“What? He must be.”

“Sorry, Colonel, but as far as I can tell, he is every bit as human as we are.”

Taylor looked into the cell and studied the man more closely. He was confused by Rossi’s findings.

“This man was sent to kill me personally. Are you telling me he knew who I was, lived through the last few wars, and yet still came after me?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Colonel.”

“Mitch.”

“Mitch. As far as we can tell, he is human.”

“And have you asked him why he came after me?”

“I am a scientist, not an interrogator.”

“Then it’s time for me to ask him some questions.”

“I wouldn’t go in there, Colonel. You are not thinking clearly and have obviously experienced some significant trauma. You should leave this to someone less… affected by his actions.”

“Dupont has asked me to find out more about this guy, and that is precisely what I intend to do.”

“Just remember that he is human, whether you like it or not. He is not a clone, not an alien.”

“I don’t give a damn what he is. He’s gonna talk.”

Taylor ripped open the door and stepped inside. The sniper has been stripped to his vest and pants and had his wounds cleaned up. He recognised Taylor instantly and showed just a little fear in his eyes.

“I am Colonel Mitch Taylor of the Inter-Allied Regiment, but you already knew that, didn’t you?” he said, taking a seat. “And don’t give me any of that name, rank, serial number shit. I’m not interested. I want to know why you did it. Why you would come after me?”

He spoke without hesitation.

“Because you are an enemy to this world. A barrier to progression and peace.”

Taylor shook his head.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve been fighting for peace from day one. I want to defend this earth from invaders. What about you?”

“The Krys bring with them science and medicine like we have never known. They only want to live on this world beside humanity.”

“Well, they got a funny way of showing it. They didn’t exactly show passports on arrival and fill out visas. You can’t really believe the shit that is coming out of your mouth?”

He remained silent.

Taylor was growing tired of him already. He leapt forward and grabbed the man by his vest top and punched him on the jaw.

“Now tell me the real truth, why did you come after me?”

“Because you are an enemy of all that is good in the World. You would have us fight until no man, woman, or child still lives.”

Taylor hit him again.

“I don’t believe you. Why did you come to kill me?”

Taylor hit him once more, and as he did so, the door flung open beside him. Jones rushed in and pulled him off the prisoner.

“Mitch, what the hell are you doing?”

“Get the hell off me!” he screamed, shrugging Jones off, but he grabbed him again and pulled him out of the cell back to where Rossi was still standing. She looked at him in a new light as if she were afraid. Jones shut the door behind them so the three of them were alone.

“What in high hell is going on here?” asked Jones.

He got no answer, so turned to Rossi for one.

“The subject in that room is human, and yet the Colonel believes him to be a clone.”

Jones was as surprised as Taylor had been and was starting to understand why he had lost it.

“Human?”

“There are plenty of bad people in the World, or people with conflicting opinions to our own. There always were. Why would you assume every enemy has to be alien?”

“She’s right, you know,” added Jones. “The whole of the UEN can’t all be clones and Mechs. There must be millions of people who have bought into their way of thinking. They probably feel just as strongly as we do.”

“So what are we supposed to be trying to understand, the feelings of the aliens and their enablers now?”

“Maybe you should, Colonel. You might learn something,” said Rossi. “The question we really should be asking is, do people like the subject in their support of the UEN and alien philosophies, or have they been lied to as to the deal they’re getting?”

“Why does it matter?” Taylor spat back.

“It matters a lot. If they have been lied to and are fighting under false pretences, there is hope of winning them back yet.”

Taylor righted himself and calmed down, accepting she was talking sense.

“I always assumed they were lied to in order to fight us, why would they do so otherwise?”

“I wouldn’t like to speculate,” replied Rossi. “But I think we should leave it to trained investigators and interrogators to work with this subject and get a better understanding of what we face.”

It was an odd concept to Taylor. He’d only ever seen their situation as black and white, human and alien. To him every one who fought against them was an alien or no better than one.

“This is worse than I thought,” he muttered. “How can we get these people to see sense?”

“We may never do so.”

“So what, we just have to fight them till death or surrender?”

“Same as any war,” said Jones.

Taylor had somehow held on to the belief that the humans fighting for the UEN could be ‘converted’ and would come on board.

“That bastard killed Acosta and tried to kill me. I want him to pay.”

“But would you not do the same to the enemy?” asked Rossi. “He didn’t kill civilians. He didn’t slit your friend’s throat in the night. He fired on you in a war zone, as you were doing to his comrades.”

Taylor knew it was true, but he didn’t like hearing it.

“This was a hell of a lot easier when we only fought aliens.”

“This is why they are doing what they are doing,’ said Jones. “They’re screwing with our heads and weakening the whole of humanity in the process.”

Taylor had seen and heard enough. He turned to leave. Jones reached to grab his arm and pleaded, “Mitch, just wait a minute,” but he shrugged it off and went through the door. He stepped out of the prison block, not knowing what to do or where to go. His faith in humanity had been shattered in one single encounter. He needed air and stepped outside the complex, but even as he did so his comms unit flashed, and a message came through.

“Colonel Taylor, report to General Dupont immediately.”

He was initially annoyed to have been bothered during a moment of peace, but he then felt more than anything else he needed something to take his mind to a better place. He needed a job to do, a mission to undertake. He strode on quickly to Dupont’s war room, stepped inside, and found a serious tone overshadowed everyone gathered there. They were frantically in conversation, but Taylor could not make out the subject.

Phillips approached and his face was grim.

“What the hell’s going on?” asked Taylor.

“UEN has gotten control over the Earth Defence Grid and are threatening to turn it on all nations in support of the EA.”

“What? How did they manage it? Are there not safe measures in place to stop it being turned on Earth?”

“Yes, nobody knows how they got control of them, but they did, and they have two dozen war ships defending the grid. No way we can get near them without them opening fire.”

“So what is happening here?”

“We’re trying to come to some kind of solution, or any sensible idea really as to how we can stop them.”

“Anyone got any good ideas yet?”

Phillips shook his head. “Full on assault is the only thing so far which makes any sense, but I can’t see how it can work before half the capitol cities in the EA are vaporised, including London, now we have joined the fight.”

“You sure chose a peachy time to get involved.”

“What is the US saying?”

“Nothing yet. We’re waiting to hear their response.”

“Colonel Taylor!” yelled the General.

The room was silenced.

“I see Commander Phillips has explained the situation to you, got any ideas?”

Taylor seemed surprised.

“Come on, Taylor. You’ve successfully completed some of the most outrageous and far-fetched missions known in any of our lifetimes. Don’t be so modest. We need to stop this defence grid. How would you do it?”

The entire room was looking to him, and when he knew they were relying on him to come up with an answer to save millions of lives, he hesitated.”

“Go on, Taylor. This is right up your street,” whispered Phillips.

“General, seems to me the avenue of negotiation is closed to us. All that remains is action. I propose a direct assault on the defence grid to retake control of the weapons and ensure the safety of us all.”

His comment was met by heckles from other officers in the room.

“Let him speak!” Dupont ordered.

The room was silenced.

“Please, Colonel, enlighten us as to how you would achieve this, considering they are so heavily guarded and ready to fire within just a few minutes notice?”

“I would send an EMP up.”

“That would knock out everything up there, anything we had also, and the enemy vessels would be operational again before we could get there in any number,” Phillips replied.

“Nothing big, no, but a few small fast ships could pass through at speed undetected. Nothing more than maybe three to five craft. They’ll have to bypass visual identification or risk bringing in a wave of support. Yes, we need the EMP to appear as an accident, a malfunction of a nearby satellite. Make it appear as if we lose everything too and do not know the grid is down. We play dumb while a select few are doing the job.”

“And the German’s latest battleship, it has shielding from EMPs. Even its primary systems recover from EMPs in sixty seconds.”

“Okay, so we set a diversion also. It’s all doable.”

“And you would be the leader of such a mission?” Dupont asked.

“I would gladly do so.”