CRASH – A Prequel to FreeForm

CRASH – A Prequel to FreeForm

While I’m in the early stage of writing the rough draft of Crash, a prequel to the FreeForm series, there’s still time for your input that will help me finish the story. What would you like to see included? What have you wondered about the main characters, including:

  • Sluneg (the alien),
  • Homlin (the alien in human form and the founder of Biogentrix,
  • Pat Vogt, the BIUFO agent who discovers the alien, and
  • Dr. Allan Pritchard, the veterinarian who helps Pat solve the mystery.

Let me hear from you. Feel free to leave your comments below after you read this opening scene.

Top of a mountain somewhere in Colorado

3:55 a.m. Just five more minutes and I can rest my hardhead on that soft pillow in my bunk, Corporal Bill Nelson thought. This was supposed to be a cushy assignment and in many ways it was, but he hadn’t taken into account the incredible amount of boredom of a 12-hour stint looking at a computer screen that never did anything but glowed green. Now he understood why such assignments only lasted six months. Otherwise, you go stark raving mad just from the boredom alone.

3:56 a.m. Four more minutes than eight hours of shuteye and then he’d be done for good. A couple of weeks on leave during which he planned to be mostly drunk somewhere in the Florida Keys and then on to his next assignment. Whatever Uncle Sam had planned, it had to be better than this one.

It started with a bleep bleep as a small green dot appeared at the edge of the screen, and then all hell broke loose as a shrill alarm shattered the early morning silence threatening to bust Nelson’s eardrums and a light above the computer screen started flashing red. Moments later, lines of data started scrolling across the bottom of the monitor as the green dot made its way above it.

“Holy shit!” Nelson shouted as he shot up straight in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He reached over to his right and toggled the switch that turned off the alarm and flashing light. This can’t be happening, he thought. Less than five minutes and he’d be done. He could slip off to his room to the cot and the pillow that waited for him there. Get some good shuteye and then get the hell out of here. Maybe I could just ignore that little green dot, he thought. It’s probably just a bug in the system anyway, but even as he had the thought his hand reached beyond the switch to the red phone. He knew his orders. Report any unusual occurrences and this one had to be a doozy to set off the alarms.

As he held the receiver to his ear, he studied the lines of data. Yep, has to be a glitch in the system. No way could something out in space be traveling that fast and heading directly at Earth. A few more seconds passed before he heard a click at the other end and a gravelly voice said, “Stanwyck here. What you got?”

Holy mother-of-pearl, it’s the colonel himself, Nelson thought as he sat up even straighter. “Sorry to disturb you, Colonel. It’s probably just a glitch in the system, but I have a bogey or in my screen.”

“Size?”

“Pardon, sir?”

“What’s the size of the bogey?” Stanwick asked again.

Nelson studied the screen again before replying, “that’s the odd thing, Colonel. It doesn’t appear to be that large. Not more than forty or fifty meters across. I’m pretty sure that’s not what set off the system.”

There was a pause at the other end of the phone. Finally, Stanwick asked, “ If it wasn’t the size that set it off then what did?”

“Well, according to the data the bogie is traveling over 75,000 km/h.”

“Repeat that corporal,” Stanwick said.

Nelson repeated the number before adding, “but here’s the thing Colonel. Not only is it traveling at such an impossible high-speed, but it’s also decelerating as it draws closer to earth. Shouldn’t Earth’s gravitational field increase its speed if anything?”

“One would think,” Stanwick replied. “And what’s its trajectory?”

“Oh, it’s going to hit us all right. No doubt about it. It’s a little too early to say for sure but, if we’re lucky, it could hit somewhere in the Atlantic. That is if the damn thing actually does exist.”

“Okay, Corporal. Keep me posted. What time is it?”

“4:01,” Nelson replied.

“You due to get off your shift, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir, but…”

“Yeah, you’ll need to stay at your post. Alert your C.O. to that effect.

“Yes, sir.” Nelson heard another click as the line went dead.

2019-01-21T15:25:19+00:000 Comments

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