[Megalith]

Chapter Three
Counter Strike

January 22, 2002
El Toro Military Base, Los Angelos - 1200

Ryan had walked over the field of Fighting Falcons. They deployed the Marine troops here.

Of course, Petty Officer Gay, Ryan's former best friend, was at least smart enough to identify which parts go into the cabin. Fuck, only if he'd known better.

That was it, of course! When the last time in 1999, he remembered watching a video from his father's spy recording. Of course, since the draft to 'Nam, Robert Clark was never able to make it out of the station alive. His remainings were found, fortunately.

There was no fucking way Ryan would neglect charges against the KGB general for what he'd done. There was but a rifle left behind and onto the video camera. For a moment, Ryan laughed. The word "Xenomorph" came to his mind again. There was that odd feeling. How the fuck would ET travel millions of light years and come down here just to harvest for some minerals? How the fuck would we uncover the mystery of the Bio-Metal and the Excavatator locked on the surface of Pluto? There was no telling that fuckhead ET was up to something. This time, he isn't looking for a pass to New England, he's looking for us.

That was the second time Ryan walked around. But what if these aliens were serious? What if they were going to die?

Sixty minutes duration, Ryan thought. Too long, too short. When is this world going to realize? Walk around the field and hit me with a hammer, hell with it if I'm gonna have to spend sixty goddamn minutes up in this cunt-fuck junkyard. He walked over to the busted engine field. Men were preparing to counter offense the attackers. This isn't another one of those damn Sci-Fi movies. Independence Day or Star Wars; oh fuck it all anyway. I'm Luke Skywalker. Hey look! It's the Death Star! A Jedi; I will never, ever be...

The five F-16's took off and strided South where the aliens were. Ryan had already been called to duty. Fighting these creatures was hell, and if he was going to fight again, I'm unemployed! There was no way in the bloody hell that Lieutenant Ryan Clark, the greatest fighter pilot ever known yet on this planet, was going to waste the rest of his limited time fighting aliens...

Clark prepared to fight the aliens.

March 30, 2002
City Of Berlin, Germany - 0230

The Xenomorph spacecraft moved in on the city of Berlin. It fired a lone probe down to analyze the area. The U.S. and German aircraft moved in on the UFO. Ryan Clark was one of the few F-15's left in the group.

"This is Bravo 1, red and free. All units report!"
"Bravo 2, standing by," Ryan called.
"Bravo 3 through 6 standing by."
"Bravo 7 through 8 on stand by."
"Alright, Bravo 1 calling. EagleEye 270 has climbed up north. B3-6, I want you to cover these guys. Make sure you don't get caught under heavy fireengage on enemy targets. We'll cover you. Alright, aces, moving out!" with these S.O.B's. Bravo 2 and 7, I need you two to cover me. Bravo 8,

The Bravo leader chased after the seven small objects that seemed to come out of the incoming spacecraft.

"These sons of bitches are shooting lasers at us. Move out, men, move out!" the leader commanded. "Oh fuck, these guys are on my tail! Cover me!"

Bravo 2 fired AAMRAM missiles at the two UFO's on his tail. "I've got you covered, Bravo leader! Oh shit, wait, I'm hit! I, I can't manuever!"

Bravo 1 was shot as well. His engines were destroyed and the UFO's closed in on him. "Oh no! Help me quick! Lt. Clark! Lt. Johnson!"

The UFO's shot beams of laser upon Bravo 1's cockpit. Bravo 1 screamed and bursted into pieces. Bravo 2 was shocked.

"This is Bravo 3! I can't shake this son of a bitch! He's fired a-" Bravo 3 was cut off along with Bravo 5.

"Bravo 4, this is Bravo 6. Bravo 2 and I'll cover you. Engage on target. Bravo 2, give orders. You're the commandant now."

Bravo 2, a USAF Lt. take role of a commandant? Crazy it may seem; very good choice. Bravo 2 shot out the remaining UFO fighters left. Then he fired an AIM 9 sidewinder at the mothership. It didn't seem to have any affect. "Dammit. They must have some kind of shield. If somehow we can find a way to get in this bigass flying saucer, we may be able to lower it's hull level."

Bravo 4 and 6 flew right into the UFO's cabin. "Okay, we're in! Let's terminate these bastards! Fire the nuke right into that core thingy!"

Bravo 4, a Nighthawk, could carry a single nuclear missile; powerful enough to destroy Orange County. "Okay, I'm on him! Locking on target...c'mon c'mon...alright! Target in sight! Bravo 4, Fox Three!"

The nuke penetrated the middle comm. center which it appeared to be. "That'll teach 'em. C'mon let's get the fuck outta here!"

All the planes flew out. But Bravo 8 was still inside the ship.

"Wait! I'm stuck here! I'm running out of fuel! Help me! Ahhhhhh!!!!" Bravo 8 exploded. The plane went flying out of the sky and blew up into dust and smoke.

"Well, gentlemen, we've done it again," Bravo 2 commented.
"Alright! Yeah! Good going!

That was the end of the aerial battle in Berlin...

March 30, 2002
U.S.S. Lincoln II Carrier, Atlantic - 0900

"Good job, Bravo team! The President sends his thanks! You've made history! You've defeated those aliens! You've saved the world from annihilation! Carrying out your perfect strategy plan, Lt. Clark! Congratulations, Bravo team!" the general onboard the carrier exclaimed.

"Thanks, General." Ryan Clark, whom went through enough trouble already, was the first person in the world to carry out a tactical plan to overcome his experiences with the hostile aliens. This is the end of the alien threat, thought Clark. This is it. No more damn UFO attacks. I'll finally get the chance to spend more time with my beloved family...this is the true beginning of my new life...and I shall forever cherish it...

May 29, 2003
Wahsington D.C. - 1030

Ryan Clark, retired from the USAF, has temporarily visited the Botanical Garden. He's enjoyed a lot of his life, always comforting his wife and his two children, no more worries or problems. There was not a more perfect environment for him and his family to be around with.

Clark walked down the walkway in the Daffodil fields with his 5 year old son and his 7 year old daughter, joyfully and suprisingly it seemed quite boring without all these problems he had to face in the past, but now since he's returned to Washington, there hasn't been a single UFO in sight...

The End of Part One