“Think god damn it, what did you hear, what did you
see” “I, I don’t remember! I’m trying; don’t you think I’d tell you if I
could remember anything?” James! She just can’t remember anything, she’s
traumatized by the whole thing; she’s the only one that made it back, they’re
all dead”! Nicole said with tears in her eyes.
“She’s doing the best she can” Sgt. Nicole Benson had been placed in
charge of the only survivor of last week’s mission and all missions had been
cancelled since.
PFC Simons had come staggering into the compound in the
hours after midnight. She’d ignored the sentry’s
commands to halt; walking with head down stumbling, kicking up dust into a
cloud around her. She’d been tackled by
the secondary line and taken down in a pile by five large men. Surprised by no resistance they stood her up
and realized that she was covered in blood; her uniform markings showed her to
be from the fifth ranger group, third battalion, group seven scouts. She’d either dumped her gear or it had been
taken from her. They treated her gently
but she was transported in full restraints and constantly guarded.
It was determined she’d been taken by the ghosts and
extensive testing was ordered.
She was patched up by medical and escorted back to her
group. Her paperwork said she had
sustained a bad concussion, numerous contusions and an injury “sprain” to her
left ankle and foot.
James had grilled her for hours. He was furious that she couldn’t remember
more than just a few details of the battle and her final capture. “Tell me what happened when they took you”
James asked as gently and with as much compassion as he could muster.
Female medical orderlies had searched every inch of her
body; they’d scanned every orifice for hidden incisions or surgical marks. She had none.
She’d been run through numerous physiological tests and results ran
against previous tests. The entire complex
of tests came up negative with no disparately from previous testing. She was clean.
“Tell me from the beginning what happened on the patrol”
said James. “I want to know every detail
from the time you left the wire to the point you ended up in medical”
“Ummm, we left the wire about 4am and headed due south as
our mission plan stated. We moved along
with about five meters between us for about an hour and a half when a break was
called and we had rations and water. We
didn’t talk much, we had been told to keep as quiet as possible. I spoke with Johnson for a second about my
left foot bothering me, but it was just a short conversation.” “What happened after that” James asked. Hesitantly, head down staring at her hands
PFC Simon continued “We again headed south; the travel was slowed by the heavy
under brush. We had to cut our way
through it. The front man would hack it
down for about thirty minutes and then we’d rotate back along the line,
everyone taking a turn at the front. We
moved south for about five hours; I don’t think we made more than about three
miles. We were making a lot of noise
just hacking our way through the brush.
I was kind of surprised that we didn’t hear any wild life as we moved
along. It was kind a creepy, the only
thing you could hear was the chop, chopping of the brush at the front of the
line.”
“I had just taken my turn at the front with a machete
hacking the brush back so we could walk through. I’d rotated back to the rear guard position
and was waiting for the patrol to start moving forward again.”
“It happened really fast; I heard a blast from one of the saw
guys, the squad automatic weapon is very distinct; then all hell broke loose.” “Do you know where in line the first shooting
started” James asked. “I’m not sure,
there were only ten of us in the patrol, but it was up in the front. I dropped to the ground at the first burst
and froze; listening for any return fire.
I hadn’t heard a thing before the saw’s opened up.” “What did you hear?” “Did they keep shooting?”
“There was about thirty seconds of firing and then it
stopped, my ears were ringing. I
couldn’t see anyone in front of me.
Jones must have moved forward when the shooting started, he was about
ten meters in front of me when I hit the ground. I’d just made the rear of the patrol and was
waiting for the patrol to begin moving again; I was close to Jones’s rear when
the shooting started. I crawled forward
to where I’d passed Jones; he wasn’t there, so I continued forward. I kept moving forward as quietly as I could,
I found an empty saw magazine but I couldn’t find anyone. It was so quiet; one minute the saw’s opened
up breaking my ear drums and a minute later all I could hear was my ears
ringing and nothing else. I couldn’t
find anyone from the patrol; so I froze in place and listened for any
sound. “Did you hear anything?” James
asked in near silence. “All I could hear
was the soft wind through the jungle.
The noise the leaves make when the wind gently moves them in the wind. It was hard to hear anything my ears where
still ringing from the shooting.” “Where’d
the rest of your patrol go” Nicole whispered.
“I don’t know. I sat down and
kept quiet and listened for anyone for at least a half hour, I didn’t hear
anything and I didn’t see anyone.” PFC Sara
Simons said with tears streaming down her face.
She’d wrapped her arms around her legs and lowered her head to the top
of her knees. “Let’s take a short break”
James said and motioned for Sgt. Benson to follow him out of the room.
Lt. James Mack and Sgt. Nicole Benson walked down a tight
hallway and into a small office; sitting on one side of the minuscule desk
Nicole sat on the other. “It just
doesn’t make sense; one minute there’s ten very heavily armed squad members and
the next everyone’s gone, just a few shots fired.” “It just doesn’t add up; and she’s the first
we’ve got back“James said as he ran a hand down his face.
Lt. Mach had immediately sent out a rescue team to search
for the missing squad after they didn’t return at the planned hour. It had been a simple plan for the team; work
south for six to eight hours looking for sign of ghosts then swing east for
three hours and then straight back to camp, round trip 24hrs with a sun up
return into the camps area. When noon
came with no radio contact or sign from the squad a rescue mission was
formed. The rescue team quickly followed
the hacked trail. Moving with ease having a ready trail to follow through the
jungle, they radioed in as soon as the found the end of the trail and reported
what had the look of a quick fight but no sign of any of the mission
squad. They returned following the
trail.
A small knock came at the door. Sgt. Benson swung the door open and there
stood PFC Simons, hands wringing each other at the door. She said “There was a whirling sound.”
Three days later;
Under deep hypnosis PFC Simons revealed the whirling sound
came from small cylinder shaped craft.
She told investigators her squad members where carried away by what
appeared to be meat hooks strung under the craft. They made a whirling sound, but no other. She was unable to give any further details.
Lt. Mach laid out what they knew to the scout squads. “We have unknown ghosts in nearly soundless
machines. Our squads have put up small
amounts of defensive fire before being over run. We have one survivor that tells us the craft
make a whirling sound when approaching.
It is unclear at this time how our teams are being defeated.” A murmur went through the men and women; eyes
met eyes and signs of disbelief went though the squads. “From now on we will have listening devises
front, middle and rear of the scout squads.
Also each squad will be equipped with multiphase disrupters to foil
electronics of any craft that uses normal electronics when it approaches our
teams.” “Each team will carry numerous
short range surface to air missiles; these are fire and forget. They will track and hit any airborne target
within a half mile of our teams.”
Questions? There were none. “We will begin normal patrols at zero three
thirty hours.” “Dismissed”
The first team went out the wire at zero four hundred
hours. They were in constant radio
contact; following the cut trail from the earlier team they made good time
through the jungle. The second team left
the wire at zero four thirty hours and cut brush in a south west direction
putting them about five miles from team one in an expanding arc.
Team one announced contact at 1330 hours coming in fast from
the east. Both teams were told to build
defensive positions as fast as possible.
“Scout five, scout five we have contact, bearing east at
approximately five miles closing fast on our position over.”
“Base, scout five; defensive positions, repeat defensive
positions. Fire ground air at ½ mile; ½
mile no sooner over.”
“Copy; closing two miles.”
“Base Scout six.”
“Scout six we copy; defensive positions; we are six miles
from Scout five over.”
“Copy; hold for
further, over.”
“Copy”
“Scout five we hear them; closing at ½ mile, ground air
away.” “Scout five, multiple hits; their
coming in, their coming in……… sound of heavy gun fire over the radio….”Scout
five their…inaudible… on the left, on the left… inaudible... get that one get
that one…inaudible…loud gun fire over radio no voice audible”
“Base Scout five do you copy?" Base to Scout five do you copy?” Loud gun fire over the radio no voice
audible…
“Scout five we got one, we got one… loud gun fire over radio
no voice audible… inaudible… inaudible…loud gun fire over radio… inaudible…inaudible…“Get
the hooks, get the hooks they’ve got Williams”… inaudible… inaudible…
“Base Scout five do you copy over, Scout five do you copy”
“Scout six we hear them coming; one mile coming fast
over”
“Base, six give them everything you got over.”
“Scout six, ground air away”
“Base Scout five over.”
“Scout five, scout five…inaudible; they got Williams,
grappling hooks like a side of beef, they took him.”
“Base fire disrupters, fire disrupters over.”
“Scout five…inaudible…loud gun fire over radio no voice inaudible…
inaudible…inaudible…
“Scout six their coming through, their coming through.”
“Base fire disrupters, fire disrupters over.”
“Scout six firing, firing… inaudible…inaudible… screaming…no
audible voices…inaudible… get that fucker… inaudible…loud gun fire…inaudible…
“Scout five, we got em’ we got em’…inaudible… “
“Base to Scout five over, base to Scout five over.”
“Scout five we got one it’s got, it’s got little fuckers
inside…inaudible…loud gun fire… ““inaudible…inaudible”
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