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slipped off to investigate.
In his V-shaped assault vessel Verton could have been mistaken for a huge sting ray gliding effortless over the seabed, quite a fantastic sight, and in its own way soothing. Verton was enjoying his time below the waves.
As his ship descended into one of the many troughs, Verton could see a rough shape looming in the distance; he slowed his craft nearly to a standstill and slowly circled the object. The object was a long, round metal tube, full of holes and totally devoid of life, apart from the many fish and other sea creatures that called it home. Verton wondered what it was, or what its purpose had been. He quickly decided that it posed no threat, and with that ordered the wing to rejoin him.
What Verton had just seen was the U-860, a German U-boat which had been sunk in 1944, during the Second World War. It was also one of the many Dropas warning stations, used for tracking undersea activity.
There were hundreds of these sophisticated tracking stations in the seas of our planet, generally in wrecks like the U-860. These tracking stations were all controlled from Sub Sea One and directly under Thourus’s command.
Verton and his vessels were now approaching the coast of North America. He updated his section leaders with his plans.
**
The conditions above the North Atlantic were stormy and inclement. Verton hoped to be able to use this to his advantage. It should allow him to land his ground troops successfully, then he could get his mission to find the resistance and eliminate them underway.
Verton and his craft made land at Loch Arbour, flying low and very slow as they headed west towards Freehold, New Jersey, which was the town that had been picked to decamp the ground troops. Verton was well aware that it had been around here the most resistance had originated. With a bit of luck they would be able to flush them out and teach them a fatal lesson.
The ships were taking no chances this time, hugging the rooftops of the buildings below them and constantly sweeping for electronic signatures around them. Verton slowed his craft to a full stop. There was a perfect spot for the troop transport to land, a large green open space surrounded by trees. He ordered the troop transport to land and disembark the ground troops.
The huge troop transport spun round to line up with the selected landing area and started to descend slowly but surely into the clearing below it. The landing was a textbook exercise, and the doors of the troop transport gently unfolded to let the troops disembark. The decamp was a well-practised exercise and within ten minutes the landing area had been secured.
Verton landed his own craft next to the troop ship and disembarked. The sight of so many Annunaki troopers was impressive, Verton sought out the squad leader to give him his final instructions.
**
The squad leader was a seasoned Annunaki warrior, well rehearsed in the theory of war, considering that it had been an age since actual combat had taken place with the Dropas - or anyone else for that matter.
The brief was simple: a street-by-street ground search, find the enemy and engage; the assault vessels would supply air support and the enemy would be vanquished; an appropriate area would be selected and secured as a ground base; then more troops could be brought in to secure the rest of North America.
Verton was well pleased with the way things were finally going. Gone were the negative thoughts of defeat, and the confidence, arrogance and complacency had returned. This feeling that he was now experiencing was probably the Achilles’ heel of the Annunaki. All of them had it, from the supreme commander to the lowest trooper, an inherent flaw, if you like, also an extremely dangerous one.
Verton contacted Tannacha, to let him know what progress had been made, Tannacha was pleased but reminded Verton of his earlier threat. He acknowledged his commander
In his V-shaped assault vessel Verton could have been mistaken for a huge sting ray gliding effortless over the seabed, quite a fantastic sight, and in its own way soothing. Verton was enjoying his time below the waves.
As his ship descended into one of the many troughs, Verton could see a rough shape looming in the distance; he slowed his craft nearly to a standstill and slowly circled the object. The object was a long, round metal tube, full of holes and totally devoid of life, apart from the many fish and other sea creatures that called it home. Verton wondered what it was, or what its purpose had been. He quickly decided that it posed no threat, and with that ordered the wing to rejoin him.
What Verton had just seen was the U-860, a German U-boat which had been sunk in 1944, during the Second World War. It was also one of the many Dropas warning stations, used for tracking undersea activity.
There were hundreds of these sophisticated tracking stations in the seas of our planet, generally in wrecks like the U-860. These tracking stations were all controlled from Sub Sea One and directly under Thourus’s command.
Verton and his vessels were now approaching the coast of North America. He updated his section leaders with his plans.
**
The conditions above the North Atlantic were stormy and inclement. Verton hoped to be able to use this to his advantage. It should allow him to land his ground troops successfully, then he could get his mission to find the resistance and eliminate them underway.
Verton and his craft made land at Loch Arbour, flying low and very slow as they headed west towards Freehold, New Jersey, which was the town that had been picked to decamp the ground troops. Verton was well aware that it had been around here the most resistance had originated. With a bit of luck they would be able to flush them out and teach them a fatal lesson.
The ships were taking no chances this time, hugging the rooftops of the buildings below them and constantly sweeping for electronic signatures around them. Verton slowed his craft to a full stop. There was a perfect spot for the troop transport to land, a large green open space surrounded by trees. He ordered the troop transport to land and disembark the ground troops.
The huge troop transport spun round to line up with the selected landing area and started to descend slowly but surely into the clearing below it. The landing was a textbook exercise, and the doors of the troop transport gently unfolded to let the troops disembark. The decamp was a well-practised exercise and within ten minutes the landing area had been secured.
Verton landed his own craft next to the troop ship and disembarked. The sight of so many Annunaki troopers was impressive, Verton sought out the squad leader to give him his final instructions.
**
The squad leader was a seasoned Annunaki warrior, well rehearsed in the theory of war, considering that it had been an age since actual combat had taken place with the Dropas - or anyone else for that matter.
The brief was simple: a street-by-street ground search, find the enemy and engage; the assault vessels would supply air support and the enemy would be vanquished; an appropriate area would be selected and secured as a ground base; then more troops could be brought in to secure the rest of North America.
Verton was well pleased with the way things were finally going. Gone were the negative thoughts of defeat, and the confidence, arrogance and complacency had returned. This feeling that he was now experiencing was probably the Achilles’ heel of the Annunaki. All of them had it, from the supreme commander to the lowest trooper, an inherent flaw, if you like, also an extremely dangerous one.
Verton contacted Tannacha, to let him know what progress had been made, Tannacha was pleased but reminded Verton of his earlier threat. He acknowledged his commander
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