"This is base. Do NOT intercept intruder! Warn all
men to be on highest alert; Lebedev has given strict instructions to let the
man through. If attacked treat as hostile. Over." The message crackled over the
earpiece, Decker frowned.
"What is wrong sir?" asked the officer.
"We've been ordered not to intercept the intruder. God
knows what's going on back there? Tell all troops to be alert...someone is
coming." Decker said to the bewildered officer, then left in an urgent
pace.
In the darkness they scuttled, like a herd of elephants
they held on to each other's hands, leading each other, one by one down the
tunnel. Down the tight, claustrophobic void echoed the chaos from above. Only a
few of them had managed to get down the small manhole hidden underneath one of
the cargo containers on the airfield, before the UNATCO hit-squad had arrived
at Lebedev's Bowing 747 hanger.
Now the crackling echoes of gunfire haunted the space
behind them, as they shuffled some stooping because of the low ceiling, away
from the airfield. Decker who held onto a young NSF soldier's wrist, thought
about the ones who never escaped. Lebedev would no doubt be captured dead or
alive. If alive, he would be taken to one of the UNATCO holding bay also known
as the Majestic Twelve "Torture Cells". Apart from the claustrophobic
environment causing him to feel pressured and UNATCO only being a few metres
above them, something else was making Decker feel like his heart was in his
throat. It was the fact that every datacube, e-mail, security record had
Decker's name on it, his signature stamped all over them. As soon as the UNATCO
encryption team broke the codes, a little light would illuminate on MJ12's
traitor board. Decker, Wayne Young and Erin Todd had just put their necks on
the blocks ready for Majestic Twelve to bring down the heavy execution axe.
Decker peeped down the line of people silhouettes at the
single torchlight down the corridor, the exit seemed miles away. Behind them
two volunteers had asked to stay behind and cover their backs, one of them was
Wayne Young.
Decker could feel his heart beat heavily against his
chest; he could here his nervous whimpering breaths and feel his cold legs ache
with every step. He wished for the exit to be just at the next corner, but it
never was. Half an hour they stumbled, bumping their heads, scraping their feet
against the slimy algae floors.
The nightlight burst in from the manhole high above,
everyone sighed, joyful chatter erupted as they collected outside standing in
groups of friends. Although Decker stood singly by the manhole waiting for
Young to pop his head up. Erin was striding around upset and anxious.
"Miss me?" Decker looked down and in the gloom Wayne
looked back up, another NSF member behind him. Erin let out a cry and tears
streamed from her face. Decker helped Wayne up from the manhole taking his
weapon from him. All three stood and looked across the waters at the lights
from the helicopters skimming the airfield.
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