I congratulated the team on their success as they returned, I saw the live alien struggling with it's captors and marveled at it. "Good work team, get some rest after you bring that to containment" It's deep black eyes darted from face to face as it grunted and struggled.
I went back to my personal quarters to catch up on my sleep for an hour and noticed that I had two new e-mails. One from a Sarah Newman and another from... Steve? My blood ran cold as I stared at my screen. The e-mail had been sent to me from Steve after he had died. I opened it quickly lest I let it get under my skin.
"If you're reading this e-mail, I have died. You'll be happy to know that I was selected for a secret government project involving clone based resurrection and I have rejoined X-Com. I look forward to giving those aliens a serious case of deja-vu."
Interesting, and a bit worrisome at the same time.
The second e-mail had been routed through the wrong e-mail address and had only now been forwarded after it's user had returned from vacation.
She exclaimed her eagerness to fight off alien scum and that she has been trained to fire rockets at enemy armor. We haven't needed that just yet but it's always good to have an easy way through a wall. I arranged for her to join the next ground team's mission.
6am, Monday 25th of January. My month end review is coming up, I hope I have done a satisfactory job in protecting earth. I prepare my notes and plan out a presentation of our month's efforts. I feel confident that they will be pleased with our research. Today I received an e-mail from Manny stating that the equipment I ordered for the new recruits was in.
He was quite pleased when he found the crate labeled "Shoulder Held Rocket Launcher" but then proceeded to grumble and complain at just about everything else I ordered.
At midnight, the team of engineers I had asked to be recruited had arrived.
I had them introduce themselves to the rest of the engineering team then had them introduced to the schedule so that those who were off could get some rest.
When I returned to my personal quarters for the night I noticed I had received a few e-mails. The first was from our construction workers.
The radar system I had ordered to be constructed almost a month ago was finally ready for use.
The next morning I had a look at the base statistics in preparation for my review and I noticed that we were again running low on storage space.
So I had the construction workers start building another one. If only we could fit more into those places...
The rest of the day goes by with little excitement. I decide to send an e-mail to the base personnel asking how we can reduce restlessness and increase moral, suggesting that we come up with game nights, parties and other pursuits.
As the days went by I prepared my final notes for my review and suggestions came trickling in. On January 29th, 2:35am, the alarm went off on my personal computer. A voice called over the PA system in my room. "Commander you need to get in here right now, something big is happening!" I rubbed my face and cursed the aliens. "Why always in the morning?" I got myself together and changed into my uniform. Minutes later I walked through the doors of the command center and found it to be in an uproar. The radar technician's assistant ran up to me. "It's a big one commander, it's moving slowly towards the west coast!"
"How large?" I ask as I open up my command console.
"At least 3 times larger than the largest we've seen so far." She replied.
"Lets get Interceptor 2 into the air, I want that thing on the ground."
"Commander, I think it's heading straight for Los Angeles, look." The technician brings the tactical map into view for me and traces the ufo's position for me.
"Lets not let it get there. Do what you need to take it down Interceptor 2." I watch the jet icon move towards the slow moving ufo. Within the hour the Jet fighter engages the large ufo.
The pilot calls out his shots, hitting it with all 6 avalanche missiles. "Commander, I'm all out of missiles. I can't take it down!"
"Head back to base Interceptor, you did what you could." I shake my head. "Send Mac after that thing."
Mac races towards the ufo but it suddenly lowers under the city line as it enters Los Angeles' city limits. "Scramble the troops now, we're about to get a lot of phone calls. I shake my head, hoping that this is an isolated incident.
within ten minutes I receive a direct call from my US funder, asking me what the hell is going on.
"Citizens are being killed in the open by aliens. What are we paying you for?" He yelled through the phone.
"We already have a team on the way sir, hang tight and try to get as many civilians out of the area as possible." I replied back, as calmly as I could.
"They better get there quick..."
And they did.
To Be Continued
edit - lol I totally forgot to spell check, sorry
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