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House staff and the six T.T.V crew, all had their
folks living out here. Zoran and Susan drifted off to sleep
eventually, while I lay back comfortably and considered the task
ahead. One thing was sure; defeating that citadel of power would
take a lot of intimate knowledge. That was information which I
looked forward to getting, from the fifty or so folk who had spent
their working lives in there. As dawn’s first light glowed in
through the cabin’s windows, I got up and entered the control
cockpit, closing the door quietly behind me. Willowvale was still
very much asleep, only a wisp or two of smoke came from a couple of
the many chimneys. We were parked just two hundred metres outside
the drawbridge that led into Red Willowvale.
I saw the door of
the other T.T.V open and four or five young men spill out, as,
behind me, I heard other excited youngsters. Opening both the
pilot’s window and the control cabin door, I yelled
“Off you go, tell
them I’d like a chat before we go” And away they went, Zoran and
the six crewmen awaited me when I got back into the main cabin “I
do believe with these I can protect our ships gentlemen” I told
them, as I brandished my two laser ray devices. The crewmen, in
their thirties and forties, thanked me and withdrew, anxious to see
their loved ones.
“You should go see
your kids shouldn’t you?” I asked Zoran.
“No Sire, I’ll let
them come to me” He replied smiling.
Susan and I
watched the old man pacing back and forth, in front of our T.T.V.
We sat up in the four-seater, VIP cabin. There was seating for
eight on either side below us and, of course, the three-crew cabin
in front of us. The first thing we heard was gunfire! Pistols, then
sub-machine gun fire. Then, the first of our staff, mostly girls,
came screaming across the bridge and towards us, behind them, our
crews and the armed household staff, were firing into the walled
and moated village as they retreated. Most of the girls were almost
to our T.T.V’s when five T.T.V’s, from the Supreme House, lifted
vertically, from behind the other side of the eight sectioned
community. All five began spraying machine gun fire at our fleeing
and essentially defenceless young people.
Two missiles hit
our other T.T.V and something clicked on in me. I rose and walked
quickly to our T.T.V’s still open door
“Zoran, get
inside” I ordered and raised my arms. The two tiny laser rays shot
out from my outstretched hands and connected with the front two
T.T.V’s. They immediately ceased firing, glowed an increasingly
deeper red and, in a few seconds, imploded into grey clouds, that
showered black rain onto the ground below. The other three T.T.Vs
quickly spun around, dropped low and took off across the treetops
at full speed. Zoran and Susan ran down to help the injured, I
stayed at the top of our T.T.V’s entry gantry, making sure our
unwanted guests didn’t return. The grief on the faces of every one
of them spoke of something beyond the ambush, though that was bad
enough.
We’d lost six
lives, one a crew member, and had eight more badly injured, and,
one of our two T.T.V’s was, at the very least, damaged. But all
that paled into in significance, when the true horror of this day’s
doings was unveiled. Everyone in Red Willow Vale had been murdered!
Along with the parents of my six crew members. Our people had
caught them by surprise, but not in time. I left Susan in charge of
our well supplied triage and Zoran, with his laser weapon, along
with the six uninjured young women behind. Then with the five
crewmen and eight newly christened guardsmen, I cautiously
approached the damaged drawbridge, even though all was quiet. When
we entered Red Willowvale, we found six of the Supreme Household
Guards. Four dead and two left for dead when they were injured.
Before long,
crowds of people had begun to mass around the bridge-ways to the
other seven, water surrounded sections of Willow Vale. My thirteen
man, heavily armed
folks living out here. Zoran and Susan drifted off to sleep
eventually, while I lay back comfortably and considered the task
ahead. One thing was sure; defeating that citadel of power would
take a lot of intimate knowledge. That was information which I
looked forward to getting, from the fifty or so folk who had spent
their working lives in there. As dawn’s first light glowed in
through the cabin’s windows, I got up and entered the control
cockpit, closing the door quietly behind me. Willowvale was still
very much asleep, only a wisp or two of smoke came from a couple of
the many chimneys. We were parked just two hundred metres outside
the drawbridge that led into Red Willowvale.
I saw the door of
the other T.T.V open and four or five young men spill out, as,
behind me, I heard other excited youngsters. Opening both the
pilot’s window and the control cabin door, I yelled
“Off you go, tell
them I’d like a chat before we go” And away they went, Zoran and
the six crewmen awaited me when I got back into the main cabin “I
do believe with these I can protect our ships gentlemen” I told
them, as I brandished my two laser ray devices. The crewmen, in
their thirties and forties, thanked me and withdrew, anxious to see
their loved ones.
“You should go see
your kids shouldn’t you?” I asked Zoran.
“No Sire, I’ll let
them come to me” He replied smiling.
Susan and I
watched the old man pacing back and forth, in front of our T.T.V.
We sat up in the four-seater, VIP cabin. There was seating for
eight on either side below us and, of course, the three-crew cabin
in front of us. The first thing we heard was gunfire! Pistols, then
sub-machine gun fire. Then, the first of our staff, mostly girls,
came screaming across the bridge and towards us, behind them, our
crews and the armed household staff, were firing into the walled
and moated village as they retreated. Most of the girls were almost
to our T.T.V’s when five T.T.V’s, from the Supreme House, lifted
vertically, from behind the other side of the eight sectioned
community. All five began spraying machine gun fire at our fleeing
and essentially defenceless young people.
Two missiles hit
our other T.T.V and something clicked on in me. I rose and walked
quickly to our T.T.V’s still open door
“Zoran, get
inside” I ordered and raised my arms. The two tiny laser rays shot
out from my outstretched hands and connected with the front two
T.T.V’s. They immediately ceased firing, glowed an increasingly
deeper red and, in a few seconds, imploded into grey clouds, that
showered black rain onto the ground below. The other three T.T.Vs
quickly spun around, dropped low and took off across the treetops
at full speed. Zoran and Susan ran down to help the injured, I
stayed at the top of our T.T.V’s entry gantry, making sure our
unwanted guests didn’t return. The grief on the faces of every one
of them spoke of something beyond the ambush, though that was bad
enough.
We’d lost six
lives, one a crew member, and had eight more badly injured, and,
one of our two T.T.V’s was, at the very least, damaged. But all
that paled into in significance, when the true horror of this day’s
doings was unveiled. Everyone in Red Willow Vale had been murdered!
Along with the parents of my six crew members. Our people had
caught them by surprise, but not in time. I left Susan in charge of
our well supplied triage and Zoran, with his laser weapon, along
with the six uninjured young women behind. Then with the five
crewmen and eight newly christened guardsmen, I cautiously
approached the damaged drawbridge, even though all was quiet. When
we entered Red Willowvale, we found six of the Supreme Household
Guards. Four dead and two left for dead when they were injured.
Before long,
crowds of people had begun to mass around the bridge-ways to the
other seven, water surrounded sections of Willow Vale. My thirteen
man, heavily armed
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