Blues Book Two: Project Blues

BLUES

Book #2- Project Blues

By Duane Davis

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Duane Davis

All rights reserved. Self Published. For information;

Duane Davis 1030 Roosevelt Avenue Winters, Ca 95694.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

BOOK 2- BLUES SERIES

BLUES

Chapter 1-THE CRYSTAL HILL INCIDENT

Chapter 2-JOSH

Chapter 3-THE BLOB

Chapter 4-CINNAMON

Chapter 5-CRYSTAL ROCK SPACE RESEARCH CENTER

Chapter 6-SAMANTHA CLAYTON

Chapter 7- ADAM’S MEMORIES

Chapter 8- AMANDA

Chapter 9- SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD

Chapter 10- EVACUATION

Chapter 11- PROJECT BLUES

Chapter 12- NUMBER 36’S KIDS

Chapter 13-SECOND WIND

Chapter 14- JUSTICE

Chapter 15- SPIDER CAVES

Chapter 16- CRYSTAL BLUES

Chapter 1-THE CRYSTAL HILL INCIDENT

1976 Crystal Hill

It’s in the early hours of spring. The cool clear night is illuminated by a full moon. The moon light silhouettes a group of grazing black and white cows on top of a tall hill. The elevation of the hill is seen by the stands of naturally growing Ponderosa Pines, Douglas Firs, Black Oaks, Manzanita and deer brush. These stands are common in the Pacific Sierra Mountain foothills. There is a peaceful and tranquil neighborhood street, far below the fenced hillside.

A beautiful collection of stars shines high above the cows. One star is brighter that the others and appears to be moving closer and closer. The star’s path arcs rapidly across the horizon as it gets closer and bigger. Now it slows down and charges direction toward us. The bright white light turns to a bright blue, as it hurls towards the Hilltop.

A hissing sound is heard, as it comes closer. It slows down and falls just out of sight on the other side of the hilltop. Quiet and peace is restored again to the group of grazing cows. One cow slowly walks over to a taller clump of scrumptious green matter. It extends its long tongue and yanks the plant from its sturdy stocks. The hilltop starts to show the first glimmers of a vanishing moon’s light, just before dawn. A bright blue light is seen on the Hilltop coming from the other side and it oscillates.

Time goes by and the blue light begins to dim.

The hilltops peace is once again thrown into disarray, as the distant banging sounds of Apache Attack Helicopters race through the sky towards the hill. They fly overhead and the startled cows begin to run. The helicopters soon go out of sight over the hill.

The rumbling sound of four larger helicopters fly over and the cows don’t run this time. They just continue to eat the green grass. The helicopters go out of sight over the hill toward the blue light.

The hilltop is noisy and the distant sounds of men yelling are heard.

Suddenly a young uniformed soldier runs up and crests the Hilltop silhouetted in the blue light. He bends over to catch his breath and gazes back. A low to the ground dark image moves at him fast and violently attacks his lower leg. His painful screams ring out, as he fights to free himself from its death grip. He stands up, draws his sidearm and fires repeatedly into it. It continues unfazed with its attack on his tattered leg. Four other soldiers are silhouetted in the blue light crowning the hill and beating the attacker off his leg with long pointed poles. The thing moves back out of sight as quick as it appeared. The soldier falls to the ground and is helped back over the hilltop by the other soldiers.

The agonizing loud working noise of the four huge helicopters is heard. They appear on the horizon carrying a huge blue glass like glowing structure almost dragging the ground as they clear the hilltop and go over. The cows run away as it approaches, except for one that watches it go over. They are very noisy and fly well above the Hilltop.

The four US Army helicopters move out of sight away from the town up into the mountains nearby. They are followed by the smaller attack helicopters.

Peace and tranquility returns to the green hilltop, during the early hours of the morning. The sun comes up over the horizon. The single cow that stayed grazes again on the tasty green grass. The cow chews on a mouthful and walks to an area without grass that is littered with shinny quartz crystals.

Out of the tall green grass comes a clear blue liquid mass moving towards the cow. The mass moves quicker towards the cows legs and starts glowing blue.

The cow gets scared by the blue mass and runs away down the town side of the hill. The cow finally calms down and stands outside of a cave entrance. The cow walks toward a group of houses.

Present Day

On top of a different hill at sunrise.

On top of a high rocky mountain before sunrise is a group of shirtless Native American men. They are standing around a large campfire surrounded by Ponderosa Pine Trees. They are singing and holding up shinny blue quartz crystals into the air above their heads. The group moves back and forth around one large man. His face is painted with white and blue face paint.

The flickering firelight shines on their blue crystals and they start to glow a deep blue color.

The man in the middle has the largest blue crystal, some twelve inches long and in the shape of a double ended knife. He holds it up toward a rain cloud. A beam of blue light goes from each of their crystals and converges on the larger crystal. It gets a brilliant blue color. The crystal emits a brighter beam that shines into the sky at the cloud and then goes out.

The morning sun starts coming up in the horizon and the singing stops. The scary sounds of distant Coyotes are heard yelping. It starts raining on them.

The men turn and look down towards the military base below the high mountain. There are many buildings and parked aircraft.

The Crystal Rock Space Research Center is a working military base. Most of the base is built in deep caverns out of sight. The outer base has a long runway, multiple large hangers, warehouses, base housing and a large telescope building on the highest point of the base. And an array of large satellite dishes dots the downhill sides of the base.

One of the men puts out the dwindling campfire, by dragging wet dirt over the smoldering logs with his foot. Soon the others are helping him until it is completely covered. They walk over to the opposite side of the mountain and walk down a single muddy track dirt trail to parked vehicles, which are totally dry.

As they approach their vehicles the huge man wipes the face paint off and puts on a shirt that he had tied around his waist. It is a khaki colored Sheriff shirt with an attached silver badge on it.

Then the men get into their vehicles and drive out of sight down the mountain roads.

Chapter 2-JOSH

A darkened room is flooded with light from a series of overhead florescent lights, as they are switched on. A large wall mounted clock lies within a silver five star badge shaped painting. The painting has lettering in a circle around the clock which reads ‘Harrison County Sheriff’s Department’. The actual clock shows the time is twenty four minutes after six.

Noise fills the room, by approaching people talking amongst themselves. The large assembly/squad room is well set within the interior of the government facility. The large room has three rows of four eight foot tables, evenly arranged on one side of the room.

A dozen Deputy Sheriffs dressed in green pants and khaki shirts, sets in the first four tables. Rifles and duty bags are stashed on top of and below the wooden tables.

The eleven men and one woman are followed by their tall leader Sergeant Josh Jennings, who is a well mannered, good looking, Boy Scout type, of forty years and an ex-Army Captain. Josh not only has more experience than anyone on his team, he also has the total respect and loyalty of his team members. Their loyalty is so strong that they would give up their lives for him.

Josh walks clutching a stack of paperwork towards a wooden centered podium. He peers up to the clock and confirms the time is thirty minutes after six. The background noise in the room grows quiet.

Josh thumbs through his briefing papers and peers down upon them. He takes a deep breath and looks up to his team, Good morning, it looks like we have a few people missing and one on overtime, he says panning around and stopping at Ted Anderson; a well built and professional looking Afro-American.

Overtime right, he says smiling.

What else, Sarge

Finally after nine months of shift rotations, our team gets day shifts, he says smiling.

He reads aloud upset, Damn, at 2:45 AM Captain James finally ended his fight with cancer. Chaplain Chuck has been with his family since yesterday, he says and pauses. He looks sad fighting back tears.

The group’s gasps and a few quiet comments are said amongst themselves.

I saw him yesterday. His wife Angel said that she really appreciated all the visits everyone has made over the last year with Mike. And so do I, we are a family here, he says and continues reading.

The Motorcade and Services are scheduled for Friday at 10:00am at the Church on the Hill. For duty officers and those who can make it, your Class A Dress Uniforms are required, per the Sheriff, he looks at them, We will meet at 0800 in the main parking lot, let’s get the units cleaned and shined this week.

Josh looks back down at his papers, The Grave shift’s booking logs were up. Looks like a brawl at the Rainbow Pub. Another missing female tourist report was taken at Mountain Lake Park; apparently she was alone on the lake in a kayak. She is ten hours overdue according to the State Park Rangers. Our boat patrol team spent four hours in the dark looking for her. This morning they will return along with the State Parks helicopter. I want the south beat units to connect with the boat patrol crew and then meet with the Park Rangers and see if there is anything we can do or if they have heard any news from the women. It looks like she was staying at the Lodge on Mountain Lake. The press has been there since last night. If any of you have contacts with the press, refer them to our PIO who is up to speed on this and will be out there at 10:00AM, keeps reading.

Okay, I got another yellow sticky note from the Lieutenant, you know which one, he says down low, resulting in some low lever laughter.

Really once again I must remind you, DO NOT TAKE THE VEHICLE KEYS HOME! I’m not blaming anyone; DEPUTY WHITE, who is busy looking at his smart phone and quickly looks up guilty, pulling the missing keys out of his pocket.

Josh says smiling, But really the key locker is part of your shift check out, along with your portable radios, guns, he shuffles his papers.

Joe you have been requested again by the Captain to act as Range Master for Thursdays qualification shoot, a nod is given by the quiet type Deputy Joe Standing Bear; a large, muscular, Native American Shaman of the Blue Crystal Rock Tribe and an ex Army Lieutenant. He has long black hair tied in a pony tail, with a Blue Crystal Tattooed to the inside of each of his fore arms.

Also on the end of the tables, is the missing women’s photos, I have enough copies for all the units. Make sure you take them before you leave.

Sarge the units are full of these photos; can we stash the older ones? They go back for years. Smith asks.

Not until they are found, oh and look at them also, Josh says looking at Smith.

Really Smith, maybe you can figure out some type of binder for them. Check up front with Connie before you leave.

Questions, comments.

Nothing is heard, Everyone knows their beat assignments. Partner up and let’s get out there. Oh, before you go Rebecca has made some of her famous cookies.

Rebecca Adams; an attractive blue eyed team mom type, that is married to Jake, smiles, Not the coffee only the cookies, she asserts looking toward White; a new academy graduate just added to the team. He is obsessed with his smart phone looks up and smiles

The meeting breaks up and deputies grab their duty equipment bags and rifles. They start making their way toward the door.

Rebecca is standing by her plate of homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies. They grab her