(How it might have gone.)
They travelled back to headquarters in one of the transporters; Freeman in the middle seat, squashed between Straker and the driver, James Watson, a burly Londoner. They would have caught the train, but there’d been a derailment on the main line while they’d been in the meeting and the lines had ground to a halt. Straker’s only response to the news had been to call HQ and commandeer a vehicle to take them back to base: a mobile or maybe one of the company coaches, but it could have been worse. At least the transport was brand new, still with that ‘new’ smell to it.
A UFO Story
By Lightcudder ©Feb 2012
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story.The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement intended.
‘We have a live one Commander. Bringing him in now.’
Straker did not need the signs to guide him as he walked the corridors. The underground base had continued to develop over the years, adding new walkways, new sections, even lower levels, but the SHADO Commander knew every part and his mind was fixed on other things besides the layout of the base.
A live one. The first for over a year. Maybe this time they might have a chance. It was about time they got a break. He paused to let Alec catch up. Continue reading
‘So it must be that UFO that came in a month ago under our radar blind spot.’ I said. The report was there, on his desk, but Straker was thinking, his arms folded, eyes half-shut in thought for a moment or two. Continue reading
Author’s note: The following takes place at the very end of Timelash
A kaleidoscope of blurred and unrecognisable faces appeared, voices echoing and distorted, but he could make out the words. ‘It could open his mind or destroy it.’
And he retreated to the only safe place he knew. Continue reading
A UFO Story
Usual disclaimers apply.
Takes place approx three weeks after ‘The Man Who Came Back’
Dedicated to: ‘The London Five’.
The green light gave the go-ahead, I punched the button and the carriage door slid open, releasing me onto the platform. Commuters hurried past on their way to work, holding newspapers, briefcases and the ever-present umbrella, even in such mild conditions. I had nothing to carry except the letter and, for once, I was travelling by train. Parking was always a nightmare here, and it was easier this way, especially for such a brief meeting as this. I did not intend hanging around afterwards. I would give him the envelope and my explanation and then… walk away. After that? I had no idea what I was going to do then. Continue reading