Aftermath: Chapter Seventeen
Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Base near Colorado Springs, Colorado
A T1000 kills an off-duty guard, dumps the body and then goes in on the guard's shift. Darren Beanfrom DARPA and Lance Strong from Homeland Security arrive early for the tour of NORAD. Asusual, there are several guards at the checkpoint. One guard takes it upon himself to escort the twoVIPs to a waiting room. The guard is alone with the two. A sharp pain as ice pick-sized spike stabsthrough eye into brain. They instantly slump to the floor.While the phony guard is hiding the bodies, there is a short loud hum of breakers tripping and ringingin ears. He wonders what it is but continues his clandestine activity unable to smell the rubbery odor ofhot electric cords or taste an acrid taste in his mouth from the fumes.Elsewhere, the others have arrived for the tour. Slight nausea, some blackout, and some feel anepileptic aura.“What was that?”“Got to be an EMP bomb.” said Richards.Someone is coming out of main tunnel emerging out of the smoke.A guard asks the man: “Any one injured?”“Yes.”He walks away calmly. In the confusion, the guards' primary duties are to lock down the entrance. AirForce rescue units can go in and injured can come out but otherwise sealed.Auldridge: “No tour today. Wish they'd let us help.”Ellison: “Captain Richards, that guard. Something about him.”Auldridge: (approaching guards) “What was that guard's name?”CO of guard detachment: “Smith. New guy. Wait. That can't be right. He's on TDY in Thule.”Auldridge: “Can you spare someone to follow him or interrogate him?”CO: “Not really, but it's a security matter now.”Being approached, Smith shoots them with his handgun, takes their automatic rifles and begins to killeveryone who gets in his way.All hell breaks loose in this high security area outside the base. Gun smoke. The smell of blood.Running. Yelling. Hitting the ground. Ducking for cover. Crouching. Jumping. Gunshot victimsfalling. There are many civilians present. Everything feels in slow motion. Richards crawling over tothe first man shot to check his pulse. None. Everything feels in fast motion.