Chapter 752: Events and Results, Once More in New Jersey (2/2)
”Sh*t!” Major McGuire sat down on his chair in dismay. ”Just what the hell is the government thinking? Why did they allow an alien to lead the research here?”
Of course, it was not surprising that Major McGuire would think as such. In the first place, it was suspicious that the government sent a young scientist, not to mention placing him in a position equal to his.
As someone that came from a long-standing family of soldiers, Major McGuire was a bit privy to the hidden connections of the American Government. Unfortunately, his current standing was not enough to know the specifics, although he was given hints by his late father, a military general in the past.
The information about the US Government cooperating with extraterrestrial beings was not new. But who would have thought that Professor Alston was one of those outworlders?
BAM!
While his heart was in turmoil, the door of his office was burst open.
”Major McGuire! What in the world is happening? Professor Alston was taken by those aliens?”
A roaring voice of a woman followed the sound of the door violently opening. It was the second in command in this facility, Captain Sherry Yorkshire. She was personally overseeing the mission of her troops. But had to return as soon as she could after the sightings of UFOs.
And immediately after returning, it was the news of Professor Alston being abducted by the UFOs that entered her ears. Being the head scientist in this facility, the Professor's value was far exceeded everyone here. If Professor Alston was gone, all of the things they did since the start would end up useless.
Ignoring Captain Yorkshire, Major McGuire turned to his secretary.
”Did we manage to establish contact with the HQ?”
”Hey! Don't ignore m-!!!”
”Wait for a second.”
Captain Yorkshire tried to complain about being ignored, but she was faced with the Major's hand and his grim, serious expression.
Taking the silence as the cue, the secretary finally managed to answer. Nonetheless, it was not a positive answer.
”Unfortunately, Sir, all forms of long-distance radio communication are facing interference. Even our top-notch radio equipment could only achieve clear communication within a one-kilometer radius. Any distance further would cause a decline in transmission until nothing could be transmitted and all that was left was static.”
”F*ck.”
Major McGuire cursed.
A few days ago, they lost communication with the HQ. At first, they thought that something happened there until they realized that it was equipment failure. Still, it was strange that all the radio equipment they had was facing the same issue. There was definitely something happening around the world at this moment.
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Day 154 - 4:02 PM - Chestnut Neck Boatyard, Old New York Road, Port Republic, New Jersey, United States of America
A good and popular place for boat owners and enthusiasts of water activities. Their service was pleasant, and their staff was friendly. It was what the Chestnut Neck Boatyard was known for.
Now, of course, it was nothing but a dilapidated place that became a graveyard not only for boats but also for people.
After quite a long time that the place had nothing but roaming infected, two people moved in.
”Lady Amelie, you should eat some fish.”
Hawker spoke as he handed a grilled fish pierced with a metal pick to the woman in front of him.
”Fish again... Can't we have something else today?”
Lady Amelie complained as she stared at the barely appetizing fish held by Hawker.
”Lady Amelie, I know you're sick of this, but we can't really splurge on our supplies. We don't have the luxury anymore.”
Hawker tried to convince Lady Amelie.
With a sigh, Lady Amelie took the fish dejectedly.
”Don't call me Lady anymore.” Amelie decided. ”I'm no longer the leader of the Hamilton Raiders.”
The Hamilton Raiders, a ragtag band of lawless people that stationed themselves in Hamilton Commons. It was until they provoked a monster that led to the death of all but three members of the group.
Now, the three surviving members had no choice but to live in this remote place, twenty-three kilometers away northwest of their former base. It was a place away from most of the dangers of the infected but not too far from a few towns where they could get supplies.
”Are you sure?” Hawker asked. ”That's the only thing left from when the time you are leading us.”
”It's just a title.” Amelie harrumphed as she took a bite of fish. ”The group no longer exists. Besides, sooner or later, it will collapse. Being divided by factions wanting to take over won't make it last that long. Although I did not hope for it to end this way.”
Amelie had the plan to leave the group when the friction between factions got too severe. She planned to at least take a good amount of supplies with her when she escaped with Gregor.
Unfortunately, not only they had to escape sooner than planned, but they also took nothing with them aside from a few guns and several magazines of ammunition. Amelie could not help but reminisce the time she could enter a room filled with weapons, from guns to swords.
”If it's just a title, then... Don't call me Hawker. It's Randy.”
Randy also decided to throw away the title he had. It was nothing but an Alias that was given to him because of his ability as a Mutant.
”Randy, huh?” Amelie took a strange look at the guy. ”Your request came in too random.”
”I'm just copying you.”
Hawker retorted.
Amelie shook her head and turned towards the river. There, a bulky man was busy catching fish. He was not using any tools but only his bare hands. Yet, the fish he targeted had no choice but to get caught by those hands that moved at insane speeds.
”Gregor! That's enough. Join us and eat. Our lunch is already late!”
Being called by Amelie, Gregor meekly nodded and hauled in his catch.
At that scene, Randy could only wonder how Amelie managed to tame the Jersey Devil.