Chapter 4
A Multitude of idols
The Team reached London as fast as they could. They stayed the night in a hotel and discussed a plan to infiltrate the factory.
“How can we infiltrate the facility?”
Blackwood’s voice was very serious.
“I can climb up to the top and work my way downwards.”
Laura replied.
“I could always Find the back way in and work my way upwards. Meet my wife half-way.”
Said peter.
“Me and Carrie will keep in the van. Work the communications.”
It was all agreed. The next day there plan would be put to the test.
The van parked around the road from the factory. As Laura climbed up the building she saw various machines and beds through the windows. When she reached the top off the factory she slid back down to the big window and smashed through it. Luckily there was no one about to here the smash. She went over to a desk with a laptop on it.
She hacked on to the system and activated the company profile. There mission was to Harvest Human bodies for the Martians and slowly leak them out into the world. The project, however was backed by the government.
“Blackwood, are you receiving.”
The voice over the coms system was fuzzy.
“Go ahead.”
Replied Blackwood.
“There harvesting bodies for the Martians. It’s backed by the u.k government though.”
“It does not matter, destroy everything in there o.k.”
Blackwood’s voice sounded angry.
“Any news from peter.”
Asked Laura.
“Yeah, he’s on the second floor, only three more floors and he’s beaten you half-way.”
Laura skipped out of the room and checked the stairs with her pistol. Strangely every floor was empty except for the top floor and the fifth floor. That is where they must have processed the bodies as the room was full of catacombs where the Martian body’s moulded into the human bodies.
Laura looked at her husband at the other side of the room. Before she could say anything a pair of mechanical tentacles grabbed the couple and put them in separate catacombs facing each other. Out of the corner of the room a man walked in.
“Ah, the Blackwood team, you will make some lovely bodies for my best two Martians.”
Blackwood new they were in danger so himself and Carrie jumped out of the back of the van with pistols in there hands.
They ran up the stairs shooting Martians as they went. At the fifth floor Blackwood stormed in and shot Yano; the man in the chest he fell over with green blood spurting out of the wound. Carrie got to work shutting down the catacombs. It didn’t take long. Peter and Laura walked out of the catacombs and ran over to Blackwood.
“Go to the van, we’ll plant the charges.”
The couple ran down the stairs and out back into the road.
Blackwood planted the charges and ran out with Carrie at his side.
They all jumped in the van and got away just in time from the pile of bricks that flew from the explosion.
They drove to Ten Downing Street in anger.
“What the hell did you think you were doing!!”
Blackwood’s voice shocked the prime minister.
“We thought they were safe!”
Shouted the prime minister.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?”
Blackwood asked.
“You humans are so slow it makes me sick.”
At that moment Blackwood rushed to pull out his pistol but a slimy tentacle coming out of the p.m’s back stopped him.
“There are war machines about to launch everywhere in London. So there is no point in killing me.”
“Oh yes there is, it means there is one less Martian on earth.”
The power of Blackwood’s hand overpowered the tentacle and a load bang marked the death of the current leader of the Martians, Yano.
Blackwood leapt out of the famous black door straight into the team van where the rest off the group waited.
“Before you ask, he was a Martian and he said there were war machines launching everywhere in London, anything?”
The group shook there heads.
Without warning there was a huge earthquake as three huge war machines burst out of the ground. Destroying everything above it. Men were flung threw the air. One machine tested its heat ray. A quick spark was released at the end of the tube that poked out of the huge metallic hull. It gave a quick burst that hit a dome of a building near where the van was parked.
One of the war machines gave off a huge roar that defend the people running away from these machines of death.
The heat ray found its way around the city killing everyone in its way. The team got on the phone in the van.
“Start project, a multitude of idols, out.”
Blackwood slammed the door of the van and told everyone to pray.
In the sky a formation of four bombers flew over and dropped six capsules about the size of a normal car. When they hit the ground a huge plume of white gas flew up high into the air. It was a concentrated mixture of bacteria, the war machines stumbled and eventually crashed to the ground, the men and women underneath the machines had no hope. The bodies of the Martians were dead, as these germs were a lot more powerful than the germs that sent the Martians into hibernation.
The group walked out into the park where they found human bodies reduced to dust by the heat ray. Martian bodies lay hanging out of the hatches of the war machines.
Suddenly a huge lorry full of army men rolled onto the park.
“You, get back to Downing street the new prime minister wants you!!”
The gang did what they were told and walked back to the building. Inside they saw a tiny man with big glasses which almost covered his face.
“So, Blackwood, you did good, therefore I am placing your team in a cottage near Horsell Common. You and your team will be there for the anniversary.”
“Thanks!!”
The team ran out the door and revved up the van.
At the cottage an army general waited by the door. As the team pulled up in the beaten and battered van the man shook his head. The team smiled as they walked up to the cottage. With bags slung over there backs and laptops in there grasp they entered the old cottage.
“Well it’s in range of Horsell Common and it has all the regular commendations.”
The soldier’s voice was reassuring for the group as they worried it would be a stingy little flat miles away from the danger zone.
As the man left the group started to unpack there things. Within two hours they were done. The group marvelled at the speed they did the job in. Three o’clock was the time things began to get strange, as the group ate there tea a young artillery man fell into the house.
The group rushed over to help the severally injured man.
“It wiped us out. The Martians flying machine, when we shot it down it released two mini scout…ers.”
Carrie reached for her aid pack and began treating the savvier burns on the soldiers left arm.
“O.k. Here’s the plan, Carrie you stay here and treat him, me, Laura and Peter will deal with the scout droids.”
Blackwood’s voice was in complete control
The three grabbed there weapons and headed for the army lines. On the way they dodged under heat ray blasts and green laser attacks that flew out from the scouting machines.
When they reached the lines they were asked on how to defeat the tiny war machines that were used to scout ahead of the group. The machines were about two times as big as a human, they had blue eyes instead of green ones and they were robots.
“Concentrate your fire on the blue eyes and you might get through the shield!!”
Blackwood shouted as hard as he could.
It was no use as the shield was to strong.
“Peter, use the golden bullet.”
At Blackwood’s command Peter pulled out a sniper rifle with telescopic site and shot the bullet straight in the centre of the two eyes. It shut down the shield and corrupted the machines programs, making it destroy itself. It fell to the floor, clearing the way for the destruction of the second machine.
As the team walked into Woking the army general jumped up to them.
“How did you do that?”
“Well, pure gold shuts down the machines system.”
Said peter
As the army general stood there in amazement the group walked off to find the second machine.
In the cottage there were screams off pain as Carrie treated the wounds on the artilleryman. Unto there knowledge the second scout machine was in the house it scuttled around the kitchen being careful of the noise level. It entered the living room on the wall, directly above where the artilleryman was lying on the sofa. As the artilleryman opened his eyes he gave Carrie a nod and nodded again at the wall. Carrie reached for her laptop and began acting as if she were typing something, now with a clear path for the heat ray to kill the artilleryman the machine got ready. As it fired Carrie leapt in the way off its path with a mirror, somehow the invisible beam was reversed and it destroyed the scout machine in a wonderful display of flicks off electricity.
As the group neared the cottage they noticed a smashed window in the top of the old building. They rushed through the crumbling door and stared at the scouting machine in horror.
“What happened?”
Asked Blackwood.
“Well, it creped into the house hoping to kill us, but it forgot about me.”
Carries voice was calm.
The group, especially Carrie fell into a tired and haunted sleep that night.
As the group nodded off a strange green light flashed in the sky.
Unaware of the danger in there path the group fell asleep.
Chapter 5
An Eye For An Eye
The group woke up the morning after in a great rush to get to Horsell common as the anniversary of the book “The war of the worlds” was being celebrated. The group including the artilleryman got to Horsell common about ten o’clock.
As the group spread out among the different stalls Blackwood offered the artilleryman a drink in the temporary café on the edge of the common.
Blackwood ordered a bacon sandwich and two teas, the artilleryman seamed anxious to sit down.
“They will come again you know.”
Blackwood stared at the artilleryman trying to understand what he meant.
“NO, they wouldn’t dare.”
Replied Blackwood.
Blackwood noticed a group of bikers digging in the centre of the common, one of the bikers shouted “TO LIFE IMMORTAL!!” his voice was defining.
As the biker shouted the tainted words the ground heaved upwards and then collapsed in on itself taking all six bikers with it.
As the artilleryman ran to the pit a huge mechanical monster lifted out of the pit and he realised with horror that he had seen this horrific thing before.
“LOOK, WHAT DID I TELL YOU!!”
He shouted.
It climbed onto its three long, spider like legs. Before the artilleryman could finish his second sentence he burst into flames and turned into dust in a couple of seconds.
All the team gathered under the café, in hope of avoiding the heat ray, eventually the machine shrank back into the pit from which it had come, but it was not long before a bombarding machine hoped out of the pit, the small bombarding machine was a biped with a small hull, large enough for one Martian.
It stepped around the common looking for more humans; luckily it found none and trawled back into the pit.
The Blackwood project ran to the cottage and phoned the army, that night the army deployed men and tanks around the common, the team watched as fog lights swiped across the common. It was midnight when the Martians made there moves. A battalion of about five bombarding machines attacked the army with full force; they did not stand a chance. The bombarding machines blew up everything in sight and as the fighting machine lifted from the pit the group realised that without there specialist equipment the army would fail.
Blackwood ran out of the bunker the group were safely housed in and ran towards the fighting machine, he jumped onto one of the legs and began to climb He was exhausted when he reached the top, from his pocket he pulled a tiny capsule the size of a pill and dropped it in a vent atop the huge machine. He slid back down the leg and crawled into a ditch and waited all night in a horrific sleep.
When he awoke the next morning the fighting machine lay, destroyed on the common. All of the bombarding machines were also destroyed: reduced to ruble by the human forces.