April 27, 2003? Maybe?
I don't know for sure what day it is. And I don't know what will happen next. I don't know who's idea it was to go back. It might have been mine.
We know the truth at last. Most of it anyway. The scariest part up until then had been not knowing. And now that we know the truth, it's just the same. We didn't know what was going on back in town, and that scared us more than anything else.
I slept for a few hours. I woke up with everyone talking quietly. The lights were doused but our eyes had adjusted. Zack had come back inside. My guess was that whoever was standing guard had dozed off, and we knew that we all needed sleep.
As a matter of fact, having someone sitting outside the fishing shack was probably more suspicious than having it look the way it had for God knows how many years.
I woke up with Jess still stroking my hair. When she saw I was awake she stopped. Neither of us said anything about it. The conversation came and went, with huge gaps in between. We were still processing, I guess.
"What about the Pyramids?" Pierce said suddenly.
"What about the Pyramids?" Jake asked, too exhausted to sound surprised.
Pierce started to explain. "Well, I read this book once-"
"You read a book?" Jake interrupted.
"Okay, I watched this documentary once-"
"You watched a documentary?" Jess interrupted.
"Fine, I channel-hopped one night, and landed on the Discovery Channel." Pierce sighed. "This guy seemed convinced that the Pyramids were too complex, too advanced for a bunch of ancient guys with hand tools. He thought that Aliens must have built the Pyramids. I thought he was nuts... But now I don't know. What do you think?"
"I don't know, Pierce." Jake sighed. "I really don't."
"What about Ghosts?" Marie asked suddenly.
"Are you kidding?"
"When I was eleven years old, it was Halloween, and I heard a creepy noise coming from outside my window. I thought it was a ghost, or a vampire or something. And my dad came into my room, and he sat me down and told me that I was getting too old to believe in any of that stuff. He said that no serious person believes in ghosts any more than they believe in Santa Claus, or vampires, or Aliens from outer space." Marie rubbed her eyes. "If Aliens exist... what about all the other stuff?"
Jake sighed. "I don't know."
"How is it possible we didn't know?" Jess sighed. "I mean, how is it possible?" She looked at Jake. "Stargazer, I've heard you go on for hours about how unbelievably big the universe is. If the odds were a trillion to one that there was life on other planets..."
Jake nodded. "A trillion to one odds? Space is infinite. At a hundred trillion to one odds, there'd still be millions of Alien species out there."
"So why didn't anyone say that maybe it wasn't completely empty except for us?" Jess raged quietly. "How arrogant can people be to say it was impossible?"
"Plenty of people said it was possible, Jess. Everyone else laughed at them." Marie sat up on her bed. "It's what Mayor Grady said when we first came to him: Nobody who believes in aliens gets taken seriously. Any time someone opens a sentence with the word 'UFO', people stop listening because it seems like a joke to them. Any time it gets put on TV, someone plays the Theme To Star Trek, and just like that it's a sideshow instead of a news segment."
"Grady was a pilot. He said that every serious pilot has seen something in the sky they couldn't explain." Jake sighed. "But none of them talk about it. Nobody wants a pilot that believes in Flying Saucers."
"I have no idea, but apparently Grady was very sure about it, even before this whole conspiracy started, so I gotta assume there was a reason." Jake said. "If an airline pilot said he saw a UFO, would anyone let him fly hundreds of people across the world ever again?"
"Before the Blockade started, I looked it up." Pierce admitted. "The National UFO Reporting Centre has their database online. They were getting reports of anywhere between four hundred to eight hundred UFO sightings per month. And that's just the USA, and part of Canada."
Jake looked over at him in disbelief. "When did you... Why did you look into it before the Blockade?"
"We were the ones that found Doug Gunn. A kid shows up after being missing without a trace for ten years, can't remember how to speak English and apparently hasn't aged a day?" Pierce said it like it was obvious. "Sounded like a sci-fi movie to me, so yeah... I looked it up."
"Why didn't you say anything back then?"
Pierce smiled awkwardly. "Because I knew everyone would laugh at me. Crazy teenager looking to get attention by telling the world he found a kid abducted by aliens."
"Eight hundred reports a month?" Jess repeated finally. "And those were just the ones getting reported."
"Most of them would be hoaxes, or mistakes." Pierce offered. "UFO doesn't mean you see Aliens, it means 'something in the air that you can't explain'."
"Yeah, but if 99% of those eight hundred sightings a month were hoaxes or mistakes, then its still an unexplainable sighting in the USA every four days." Marie sighed. "Why didn't anyone take this seriously?" She looked over. "Why didn't we take it seriously, until it was happening to us?"
"We gotta know." Jake said finally. "We can't wait it out here. The answers are all back in town."
Long silence. After a moment, everyone sat up. He had said the one thing they all agreed with, and completely dreaded.
"I was thinking about what Jake said, about how after flying a billion light years, they stop at the edge of our little town?" Marie said. "It occurs to me that maybe they didn't. We haven't heard or seen anything from outside this town since the Blockade started."
"You think this is happening in other places too?" Jess said wistfully, almost laughing. "God, you could be right. We haven't heard from anyone past the Bridge in forever... Can you imagine if there was a Dead Zone around Washington? Paris? London? New York?"
Marie gave a crazed little giggle. "I was born in New York, Jess. You know why we moved here? Because my dad thought a small country town would be safer."
A mirthless cackle went around the small shack.
"Let 'em try and take New York." Marie declared, with a touch of the old Brooklyn accent coming through. "I mean, just let'em try."
Another laugh answered her, getting stronger. The laughter was a release of emotion.
"They may be tough back on whatever planet they come from, but they're just another set of tourists in New York City." Marie went on. "They won't make it halfway down 21st street before they get mugged."
It was enough. The entire room cracked up, filled with the hysterical laughter that came from having reached the limit on tension and fear that people could handle without finding some way to let it out.
"We gotta know." Jake said again once it faded.
"He's right." Marie said with a sigh. "We can hold out here until our food runs out, but sooner or later the Greys will get done doing whatever it is they're doing. And when that happens, who knows? And that's assuming they don't come looking for us first anyway."
Jess reached out and took the Gizmo off Pierce. "We've got this. We could try and find our families, get them out of there. We can do it now, because we know how to pop the Implants out."
This proved to be a popular idea.
"Well, hold on." Jake said. "That thing might... I don't know, but they can turn off a truck, a house, all of it, at a moment's notice, what makes you think one of their own toys will keep working? And even if they don't kill it, there might be a battery or something, and we've been using it a lot tonight."
"He's right. We're not on solid ground here." Pierce agreed.
"It's going to be a tough search." Zack sighed.
"It can't be that tough." Jake commented. "The town's the size of a postage stamp."
Zack turned to his friend. "Town's pretty small, Jake. But if you're talking about searching door to door, looking under every rock for people that may not want to be found, to say nothing of the fact that we'll be doing it all while trying to stay hidden from God knows what..."
There was a moment of silence as they all considered that.
"Town got real big all of a sudden, didn't it?" Pierce rose from his bunk and reached into his bag for the map. "Okay. Let's apply a little intelligence to this." He spread the map out on his cot. It still had the marks, and the circle that he had drawn to mark the Dead Zone.
Zack got up and came over. "Well, I'm assuming our families are still in town..."
"Why are you assuming that?" Jess asked.
Jake answered for Zack, knowing him well enough to read his mind. "Because if they're anywhere outside the Dead Zone there's no point looking for them, so let's assume they're in town somewhere."
By this point, everyone had gotten up and shuffled around the narrow space to get a look at Pierce's map. "Grady and Tanner will be looking for us. We know they've got the Town Hall..." Marie thought aloud. "What else might they-"
"That's it!" Pierce snapped his fingers. "That's what I've been missing." He moved his hand over the map, sweeping the whole area slowly. "You see how the circle was off centre? This side of town, the Dead Zone includes a lot more open space, part of the river, some of the farmland, yadda yadda?"
They looked at the map and nodded.
Pierce went over to the Fishing Shack's shelves and searched for a moment, coming back with a pencil. "Jake, give me that diary of yours, I need an edge."
Jake handed it over. "It's a Journal." He corrected.
Pierce used the edge of the journal as a ruler, and drew a line from the top of the drawn boundary of the Dead Zone to the bottom, then he drew a second line flat across the widest point. A neat cross that pointed to the exact centre of the Dead Zone.
It was the Town Hall.
"Well, I'm not really surprised." Jake commented.
Marie snapped her fingers. "Yeah, but that's not what he means!"
"It's not?" Pierce and Jake said at the same time.
Marie nodded. "In fact, Pierce just gave us exactly what we were looking for!"
"Of course I did." Pierce said modestly.
"You have no idea what she's talking about, do you?" Jess challenged him.
"No." Pierce admitted. "But now when she says it, I already got the credit."
Marie grinned. "When you want to give an area cell phone reception, where do you put the Cell Tower to be most efficient?"
"In the middle of the space you want to be affected." Jake answered, then snapped his fingers. "That's it!"
Zack and Jess shared a long suffering sigh. "I hate to break up the Brain Trust, but would someone fill us in?"
"The Dead Zone isn't drawn in a circle around the town, it's drawn in a circle around the Town Hall. If the Hall was at the edge of town instead of the middle, what do you want to bet that the mists would cut the place in half?"
"So... what are we saying here?" Pierce asked. "The Dead Zone is... what, being projected from the Town Hall?"
"It makes sense." Marie nodded. "The Town Hall is used by lots of people, but the only two people who actually work there full time are the Mayor and the Sheriff, both of which are in the Greys' pocket. They'd have the run of the place."
"And if that's the center of the whole mess, then that's where they're based from." Jake finished.
"I don't know, Jake; that's a long shot." Zack shook his head. "They're from another planet, they could be based on the moon for all we know. Like you said, a Cell Tower covers an area, but the phone company isn't run from there."
"If anyone has a better theory, speak now." Jake suggested to the whole room.
"Zack, I know you're scared..." Pierce began.
"Damn right I am." Zack nodded, matter-of-factly. "I mean... they're Aliens. Honest-to-God, not-of-this-earth creatures. If our families were here right now, they'd be saying that our safety is the most important thing. They'd be saying that right now, we're not being tracked, we're not being held prisoner, and we're out of the firing line by being away from town. Our families would call that a good thing. They'd say to keep it that way, rather than go running back into the thick of it without any clue of what we're going to find... or what we're going to do when we get there."
Nobody had an answer to that, because every word was true.
"But I can't ask my father what he thinks, because he's gone. They have him." Zack continued. "They have all our families, they have our whole town." He turned his gaze on Marie and Jake. "And if you two think I'm going to hide under the bed while you go off and try to get my dad back? I'm not brave, but I ain't that selfish. I would just like us to have a plan."
Marie beamed, Jake smirked, like he'd known that would happen all along, and Pierce and Jess look embarrassed at having underestimated him.
"Okay." Jess said finally. "So we gotta have a plan."
They all turned back to the map and stared silently at it, as though a plan would emerge from the paper and reveal itself to them.
"All right, look." Pierce said finally. "We're assuming that we're not being tracked because the Implants are gone. Maybe that works, maybe not. Either way, five people are a pretty big group. We should split up, come from opposite directions. If they could track their toys, they'd have us by now. Even if they see us all coming, they won't know which of us has the Gizmo."
"Twin offensives to opposite ends of a defensive line. Make them think that one offensive will have the ball while the other one gets it." Jess summed up. "Add a forward pass from the quarterback and you've just described the same trick you used when you played Arizona State."
"We won the game, didn't we?" Pierce shot back.
"Hang on." Jake raised a hand. "There might be an easier way. Mayor Grady went ballistic when he realized one of us had stolen the Gizmo. Obviously, whatever the Greys are doing, the Gizmos are needed."
"Well sure, if they're after us, then that's what the Implants are about." Zack nodded. "The Gizmo let us control the Implants... and make the people who had them sleepwalk."
"We gotta think of a better name for this thing." Marie sighed.
"So if they're using the Mayor, and the Sheriff to work their plan... It would stand to reason that they would have been issued Gizmos by the Greys."
Jess grinned, suddenly realizing. "So if we can get another one, we can split up. And if the Gizmo we've got does have a power source, then we have a backup if it runs out."
Pierce's face hardened. "That's my job. I'll take care of it."
Everyone glanced at each other awkwardly. Pierce had just volunteered to take on his own father.
"Two groups." Jake said, getting them back on track. "Jess and I will take the Gizmo we've got and try sneaking into the Town Hall."
Jake turned to the other three. "You guys, you track down the Sheriff and see if he has a new Gizmo. Pierce, he's your dad, and let's face it, you've got a better chance of taking him than we do, so it'll be your call."
"What do we do if he doesn't have a new Gizmo?" Zack asked.
"Nothing heroic." Jake told him, and pointed at the map. "All right. The Town Hall sits at an intersection. If they're watching, they've got a straight view up and down Main Street, as well as along the cross street. Avoid the big streets, stick to the backyard routes."
"Why are we going with Pierce?" Marie asked.
"I'll answer that one." Pierce volunteered. "Because I won't let anyone else take on my father without me, Zack won't go anywhere without Marie, Zack and Marie are fighting about Jake so having him with them may be a problem, and Jake and Jess are finally getting their act together and making out like responsible teenagers so they're sticking together, even at a time like this." Pierce said all this with a cool, collected matter-of-fact tone. Everyone was suddenly staring at their feet, looking awkwardly caught out.
"I was trying to... not make that specific." Jake offered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that awkward for anyone?" Pierce said smugly. "It's nice being the only single guy on the team."
"I'm feeling good about it too." Jess needled.
Despite the sniping, everyone was grinning at each other. Fear had turned to electricity, hesitation into action.
"All right, that's the plan." Jake summed up. "But we should wait until morning though. With the whole place under Curfew, anyone moving will be obvious until-"
"Wait." Pierce interrupted. He looked completely perturbed. "Something's wrong..." He tried to think about it for a few moments before realizing. "What time is it?" He asked suddenly, and everyone just stared at him, not comprehending. The Footballer started counting on his fingers. "Jake got the photo at two in the morning... It took another half hour for you all to wind up in jail. Another half hour for Zack to come get me. Another hour after that for us to come back for you and get the Implants out of your heads... We've been asleep or dozing for at least three hours..."
Jake looked at the others and with one thought they all ran to the door. It was still night sky, glowing with the same faint Aurora.
"Guys..." Jess said, her voice oddly thin and strange. "Where's the sun?"
Of all the horrifying things that had come and gone through my town this week, the sun not coming up was the top of the list. We waited another couple of hours to make sure, but Pierce was right: The Sun wasn't coming up.
It was impossible to cover up, impossible to hide. Jess was right. Whatever the Greys have been building to, it's happening
Soon. It's hard to know what to call a day without the sun.
But we decided to go back anyway. We agreed that if we were going to get our families out of danger, we'd have to do it quickly.
Truthfully, I think there was another, deeper reason. Grady was right about one thing. We're part of this town. It's not like Marie with New York. Small Towns are tighter than that. We're part of Curtis Creek, but it's part of us too. If Curtis Creek is facing disaster, we want to be there with it when it does.
"Okay. Are we sure of the plan?" Jake said calmly.
"We drive back into town and split up before anyone sees us." Pierce said. "Then I go play cops and robbers with my dad, while you and Jess go be idiot heroes."
"There's gotta be a better plan than that."
Jess was looking up at the sky like she was expecting it to fall on her. "We can try and find Tracy. If she's still in town after you got her Implant out, then she probably knows what's been going on back there. People must have noticed the Sky by now."
"Which means we gotta hurry." Jake agreed, scribbling a final note quickly in his Journal.
It's entirely likely that we won't be coming back. I'm keeping the Journal in the fishing cabin. In the event that I don't survive, this will still be here. If you find it, then it means I am dead, or worse. If you're here, then you probably know more about what happened to the town than I do.
I don't know if you'll be able to find them, but please take this Journal to my family. Tell them that I love them. If you can find them.
Jess kissed me before we left. She's almost worth the whole damn thing.
They all climbed into the Jeep, Pierce and Zack in the front, the others in the tray.
"All right." Pierce went through their supplies again. "We're leaving the clothes here. We've got wirecutters, assorted tools for the Jeep, duct tape, three rolls of assorted fishing line and a flare gun from the fishing shed, a pump action shotgun, three cartridges left, my dad's backup service revolver, only six shots, no reloads... Pens, notebooks, and fourteen matches."
"I can't believe you counted the matches." Jess said with a smirk.
Marie held up a hand. "Hold on. You hear that?"
Everyone froze, listening in worry.
"No." Jess said after a moment.
Marie was looking in the direction of the road with a suspicious glare. "Damn. I think I'm getting jumpy."
"Can't imagine why." Pierce deadpanned.
"Now. A reminder." Jake told them, not for the first time. "We can't risk taking anyone along with us if they're marked. We don't know what we'll find when we get back in town. We might need the help of someone or other, but if they have an Implant, then The Greys have got them, no matter where they go. We use the Gizmo sparingly, unless we can get another one, preferably not at all until we find our families. Once they're free, we can go nuts and spring the whole town if we can get away with it... but before that, be cautious."
"And guys, don't forget." Jess told them. "Mayor Grady has an Implant too, probably the Sheriff."
"I'll be good." Pierce promised roughly.
"Wait!" Marie held a hand up again. "I'm not imagining it."
They all listened. There was a slight humming sound in the air. It was a sound none of them recognized. The humming intensified a moment, and a shape became visible above them, drawn against the green glow. It was flat and round, and was made of a material so dark that it seemed to draw light into it. It moved through the air with a hum, still very quiet for an aircraft, and it shone a light down on the ground. The light was aimed at a point none of them could see, at least a hundred feet from the shack. The light was flat and moved back and forth, more like a scan than a spotlight. By it's glow, they could all see a strand of trees in the distance.
The humming faded into silence, and the craft moved silently toward the trees, before scanning its light over the shack. They all ducked away from the light instinctively, but had nowhere to run. The craft didn't seem that interested in them.
Without making a sound, the craft moved toward the trees.
"Get away from the shack." Jake hissed. "Get away from the shack. Get away from the shack. Get away from the shack. Get away from the shack. Get away from the shack!"
Pierce dropped the Jeep into gear and floored it, driving away from the small fishing shack as fast as he could while keeping every light off. They headed in the opposite direction from the shack and Pierce found a place to hide, pressed against another tree with low hanging branches. From the air, they were out of sight, but nobody was willing to say they were safe.
"Get out of the Jeep!" Pierce said sharply, and everyone bailed out, grabbing their packs and running down to the edge of the water. There were tall grasses and taller reeds, and if they spread out, they'd be less obvious.
"That was a flying saucer!"
"It's only five feet across. Gotta be a drone or something!"
"Maybe it's bigger on the inside."
"Oh please, this is reality!"
Away from the Shack, they had a clearer view of the sky, and saw the Saucer come back around. It didn't move like an aircraft, or even a helicopter. Aside from a very few lights around the centre, it was completely featureless.
Even after everything he'd seen that night, Jake felt a chill go straight up the back of his neck. The Saucer was iconic. Every movie, every cartoon with Aliens in it... at some point there was a Flying Saucer. The creatures were real. The stories were real. The blurry internet photos that everyone laughed at were real. And they were not stories that had happy endings for everyone. The five of them pressed against the ground and trees, quietly sobbing, trying to be invisible.
The Saucer hovered, and hummed again, before another spit of gleaming red fired down, this time much further away, closer to the stream. It fired again, and again. There was an explosion, out of sight but only a hundred feet away, toward the base of the trees it had scanned. Jake saw the shape and the sound of it, and realized it was a bigger, heavier version of whatever the Greys had been firing at him earlier that night.
"It's not shooting at us!" Jess hissed. "It's just... here. I think it's hunting something else."
"Or someone." Pierce observed. There was a tiny moment of hesitation, and he was suddenly up and running toward the scene of the explosions.
"Pierce, don't be stupid!" Jake hissed, but a moment later he was off and running too.
"What the hell are they thinking?" Jess demanded.
Marie shook her head grimly. "They're thinking that if there's something upstream that the Greys want dead, we might want it alive."
The Saucer hovered over the site of the explosion for a moment, before turning and gliding away smoothly, back in the direction of the town... when suddenly, from the site of the explosion, something rose quickly. Something was firing back at the Saucer-Drone. Everyone ducked, waiting to see what it was, but if the sound hadn't tipped them off, the familiar flash of light and color made it all too clear.
It was a firework. It flashed up from the ground like the rocket it was, aiming for the Saucer... and it missed completely. The rocket exploded into a shower of light, low enough to startle everyone, high enough that the Saucer wasn't knocked off target. Bright green sparks skittered off the Saucer's hull harmlessly and faded to nothing.
"Fireworks? Really?" Jake hissed.
"It's Curtis Creek, Jake." Marie hissed back. "Where exactly do you buy a grenade launcher around here?"
The Saucer was apparently feeling a little more confident now, and came lower as it set up for the next shot. In that instant, another blast came up from the ground. First one rocket, then two, and in quick succession, almost a dozen. They were fired tight enough together that it covered a wider area, in the same way as a flak cannon. The Saucer was struck. Once, twice, enough that when the rockets exploded, the Saucer was caught in the blast, nearly flipping over.
Pierce was up and running immediately, the shotgun in his hands. For whatever reason, the others decided to chase after him.
One more firework came up and caught the reeling Saucer-Drone dead centre. It didn't bounce off or explode on impact. Instead, this one stuck to its target, lodging in the metal skin. The charge erupted, knocking the drone down out of the sky.
The blast was bright enough in the unnatural night that Jake was blinded for a long moment. He slowed to a stop, trying to rub his eyes clear, when he heard Pierce's voice. "That last one was a lucky shot."
"Ha!" A sharp voice snapped back. "Luck! I make my own luck!"
Jake grinned, relaxing a little as he recognized the voice. "And your own Fireworks." He called as his vision cleared. "And now I know why."
Maggie Gunn stalked out of the trees. Her wild hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing camouflage clothes and her usual crocodile skin boots. A rifle was cradled in her hands, and she had a large collection of homemade fireworks strapped to her back. "Funny thing." She called jovially, as she strode toward the crashed Saucer. "But when you start phoning gun-shops for Anti-Aircraft guns? You get noticed by ATF, the FBI, and at least a few other three letter crowds. I had to go out of town to find one of these." She hefted the rifle. "Making fireworks is the only way I could arm up."
"We thought you were outside the blockade." Jess commented as they all gathered around the wreckage. "Nobody's seen you since the day everything went offline."
Maggie nodded. "I've got a small shack just inside Town Limits. I've been laying low. Doug's with friends of his mother. They'd be better parents for him than I would anyway." She kicked aside bits and pieces of the flaming debris with the toe of her croc-skin boots, before spitting on the metal and turning away from it pointedly. "I figured sooner or later they'd try something."
"You've known about this, then? What they're planning?"
Maggie nodded. "They're shrimping for us. The boat is here to scoop up the quota."
Jake reacted. "'Quota' is the word Mayor Grady used. What do they want us for?"
"Who knows?" Maggie shrugged. "Maybe they want workers, maybe they want lab rats, maybe they want hamburger meat. Either way, they picked their time and place."
"Why here?" Pierce demanded.
"Why not?" Jake answered him. "Remember what we were talking about the night Doug showed up. If you were going to pull off an invasion or a raid, why not pick a place that's isolated? They cut off the radio and the road, and just like that we were at their mercy. In Washington, or London or whatever, we'd have laboratories, big populations, military reservists... hell, military bases even. Curtis Creek? Nice out of the way spot they can play with."
Maggie nodded. "Yup. They were here years ago, looking for places like this. They don't need much, and they weren't in a hurry. This place was everything they needed."
"I don't get it." Marie thought aloud. "If they eat meat, why not snatch a lot of cows? It'd be faster. If they need workers... if they can handle space flight then surely they can build robots or something..."
"Maybe they don't like robots?" Pierce guessed, and they all just looked at him. "What?" He said defensively. "Who knows what these things would care about?"
Jake turned back to Maggie and shared what they knew. "Eddie Sisko had a list of who had been Implanted and who hadn't. He figured about a third of the town was still free."
"Could be." Maggie nodded. "I only saw the trackers once, but I'd bet that number is smaller than a third. Sometimes the trackers don't take. I have no idea why, but they don't. Just sometimes. If Eddie was able to find that many of the 'unmarked', you know the Greys will too."
Jess took in the whole conversation and asked the only question that she cared about. "Is my family alive?"
Maggie snorted. "Kid, your family delivered themselves up like a free lunch. Drive-Thru, from what I hear. You don't fish, but when a half-decent fish jumps into your boat by itself, you don't send it back just to be sporting."
"So you've known about this for ten years." Marie challenged Maggie. "You got a plan?"
"I don't exactly know a lot." She snapped. "But I've had ten years to get things together, think it through. Here's what I figure. Their... devices, their energies, need a power source."
"How do you know that?" Jake asked.
Maggie reached into her pack and pulled out another Gizmo, identical to the one the kids had. The five of them stared at the older Gizmo, almost buggy eyed. "Because that thing stopped working after a few weeks. The Implants, the Blockade, the Signal Jammers... they can be left on their own for a while, but they wear out. The same thing happened when my family got taken. We were stuck for a while after they left. But sooner or later, it all faded out and everything went back to normal." She waved at Pierce's Jeep. "That thing still work?"
"Yes." Pierce said carefully.
"Good!" Maggie growled eagerly. "Because I've lost my wheels thanks to that damn Saucer. I got a lot of homemade explosives hidden near the creek, and I intend to ram them all straight into the heart of this thing."
"The Town Hall." Pierce breathed.
"Oh good, you spotted that too." Maggie grinned like a crocodile. "It was a pretty good guess, but I like to have someone check my work."
Jake looked back and forth between Maggie and Pierce. The two of them both seemed charged and eager, ready to go inflict some destruction.
"Not to put a damper on this, but... Aren't there people in town?" Marie offered. "You know, people who might get caught in the middle of a great big explosion going off in the middle of things?"
Maggie sent a swift gaze to the sky toward town. It glowed green, and was starting to boil and ripple, as though a windstorm was whipping the Aurora around. "Not for long!" She growled sharply. "Let's get to work!"