Chapter 5

The troopship AI landed in a field a quarter of a mile from Charlie’s home. The ship had berths for one thousand troops so it was best that they stay on board, at least for a couple of nights. Charlie went home, he needed some answers to a few questions so he went up the ramp of the saucer to talk with Freddy.

“Freddy, most of the girls we just rescued were from several different countries and were kidnapped over a month before the aliens decimated human life on earth. They wore disguises and were able to speak all of the different languages fluently. The girls bought the story they were told, that they had all been chosen to put on a show singing to a very important person. Afterwards they would be released to return home with thousands of dollars for their trouble. Have they done this before? How were they able to speak all of these languages? Why did these girls believe the story they were told, they all can’t be that naive?”

“Charlie, they did this countless times over the centuries I’ve been their prisoner. If they were sexually compatible or close enough, they would perpetuate this hoax, kill the population and then publicly rape then eat the females. Their religion proscribes this as a way of gaining power. They have a device that will translate and teach any language given enough immersion in the language to get a baseline understanding of it. Then it can somehow impart that language to another individual who can then speak it like a native at least for a short period of time. Having observed this to its gruesome conclusion many times, the Wolfen enjoy the absolute shock their victims display when they find out the truth. We, all of my contemporaries and myself, agree that the device that teaches languages also teaches some kind of mind control.

“We need to find that device, it could solve our language problems very quickly! Another thing I’ve been thinking about is getting more survivors to go on the trip. We have the room, how can we go about inviting them?”

“The only way is to send the other spaceships we just acquired to all parts of the globe with a message of peace and an invitation to travel with us to the stars. The major difficulty is overcoming the human penchant for distrusting invitations like this because it would indeed be the perfect way in which to intrap and eliminate those who had survived the first attack.”

“That and the language problem. Let’s find the device and think of possible solutions. We have some time. Just how many spaceships did we liberate anyway?”

“Six saucer shaped, me included, two troopships, the Generational ship, and twenty what you would call scout ships.”

“Several years ago, I saw a report about a computer system hacker who had hacked into top secret government files and found lists of personnel and lists of spaceships in a space force years before President Trump made an official Space Force part of the U.S. military. They supposedly had bases on the moon and on Mars. Can you find out if it’s true? Also NORAD’s Cheyanne Mountain complex, did it survive?”

“I sent one of the saucer’s, cloaked, to investigate whether they survived. The NORAD Complex did not, their door was open at the time of the attack. Then the Wolfen sent a troopship and a group of thirty searched the complex and eliminated anyone who had survived.

“When can we sit down and talk about the new design of the Gen ship? And when can the renovations begin?”

“Renovation has already started. The old is being torn out as we speak. The robots should have everything stripped out in a week. Let’s meet about the new design in four days, that should give you time to gather the information you require.”

“That all sounds good, let me know about the Space Force bases, please! And if they find the language device, I need it now.”

“Will do Charlie!”

Charlie went back to the troopship to talk with the rescued girls. He found his interpreter whose name was Ludmilla, she was fourteen years old and was from Ukraine. She spoke five languages, and played six instruments. The very first thing she said was,

“Charlie, we all want to go home! We all need closure. If, as you say, everyone is gone, there are things we need to pick up from home. I would like to get my musical instruments and get some clothes and my mother’s jewelry. Others have dogs and cats to check on. Can we go home please?”

“How about we leave tomorrow and give everyone a chance to see home and gather the things they need or want. In fact there is another group that might like to do the same!”

The word was spreading that they could go home, the excitement was palpable. He left to talk to the ladies rescued from his neighbor. They too wanted to go. He went home and told his girls and everyone else that they were all going on a trip tomorrow.

They had supper and went to bed early, they had some catching up to do. JT and Cathy Whitaker were together. The Whitaker girls Amy, Becky and Fran asked to be included in the Bishop love fest.

Jenny sat on her Daddy’s cock while Amy claimed his face, Becky and Jill paired off, Justine and Fran did the same. Soon all you could hear was the grunts, groans, slurping tongues, sucking and the rhythmic slapping of Jenny getting fucked. More sounds were added later as girls became overcum in ecstasy. Partners were switched and the sounds began again. Far too soon, everyone agreed, they couldn’t go on and sleep found them.

Before they left, Charlie and his 3J’s cooked breakfast, several kinds of sandwiches, soup, chili, then dinners of fish, rice, mashed potatoes, gravy, T bone, ribeye, and New York strip steaks, spaghetti and meatballs and much more. All of the food was given to the food Replicator so they didn’t have to eat Wolfen gruel. It fed all of the women and girls, no one could tell any difference from the real thing. Charlie told the girls that they all needed to lay in the Med Beds and let it not only check their health, but enhance their bodies making them immune from the alien death ray. There were fifteen Med Beds on the Troopship.

They left on their trip going to China first, three girls had been taken from a suburban area outside of Beijing. The population had been close to twenty two million. The troopship landed in a soccer pitch near their houses. Charlie, and his three military girls, Janice, Michelle, and Sandy escorted the girls to their homes. While it had been three o’clock in the afternoon in Texas, it had been four o’clock in the morning here. Everyone had been asleep in their beds, that is where they found their parents and siblings. All three girls were shaken, it’s one thing to hear it, it is all too real when you are faced with the reality. They managed to gather up things they wanted and they made it back to the ship. There had been no human sounds at all, a few dogs barking in the distance. All of the roads and highways were practically empty.

Several girls were from Kyiv in Ukraine, it had been eleven o’clock at night when the attack came. The population was close to three million people. There was a moderate amount of traffic on the highways, the girls lived close to one another, once again the ship landed in a soccer pitch. Charlie and his girls were escorting the Ukrainian girls, when a pack of feral dogs attacked. The AR 15’s were brought up and made short work of the former pets, only two of the twelve dogs got away. The girls all found the same result, parents and siblings all in their beds. They too gathered clothes and keepsakes, including jewelry. They returned to the ship without any trouble.

Next was Moscow, it was eleven o’clock at night here also, it had a population of just over thirteen million people, nothing moved as they flew over it. Escorting the girls, there were no attacks, but there was a surprise. At one of the houses one of the girls, Katrina, found her six year old brother, Ivan, alive. When he was upset he would climb inside a metal footlocker. Her dad had drilled a series of small holes in it so he didn’t asphyxiate himself. Upset that his sister was gone he had been sleeping in the box every night. He was a light in the darkness, perhaps we would find more people. The other girls weren’t so lucky but gathered up what they wanted.

Next stop was Berlin, almost four million inhabitants, it had been ten o’clock at night. Traffic had been heavy, many of the highways were impassable. Streetlights and lights of nightclubs were still on, but no one was moving. The girls had gone to the same private school and lived close to it in an upscale neighborhood. Most of the parents and older siblings were still awake when the attack happened. In a way it was worse, seeing them involved in everyday routines, dressed in casual clothes. The girls gathered pictures and other items, clothing, laptops and iPads. No one was found, another sad group returned to the ship.

Zurich, Switzerland was next, with a population of four hundred fifty thousand. But once again no one was alive. It had been ten o’clock at night when the attack came, the girls found their parents had been at home, younger siblings were in bed, older ones were on devices. The usual assortment of items were gathered and we went back to the ship.

Paris, population just over two million, depressingly silent, the Eiffel Tower still standing proud, a testament to mankind’s ingenuity. Once again the girls were from a private school on the outskirts of the city. They had once again landed on a soccer pitch. As they were walking down the street in front of the school a woman ran out the front door screaming,

“Meurtriers, meurtriers, pourquoi avez-vous tué tout le monde? Pourquoi? Meurtriers, meurtriers, pourquoi avez-vous tué tout le monde? Pourquoi?”

She ran straight to Charlie and while still screaming began to hit him in the chest hysterically, crying, totally distraught, she fell to the ground. The girls, recognizing the head mistress of the school, knelt down beside her and began to console and comfort her. Slowly the woman came back to her senses and recognized the five girls that had gone missing over a month ago. Still crying she began hugging them, fawning over them. Through her tears she cried,

“Où avez-vous été mes enfants? Où, oh, où êtes-vous allé? Nous avons cherché partout pour vous! Vous avez disparu de la surface de la terre! Où êtes-vous allé?”

Charlie asked one of the girls, “What is she saying?”

When she ran out of the school she was screaming “Murderers, murderers, why have you killed everyone! Why!” Then after she recognized us she was crying and saying, “Where have you been my children? Where, oh where have you been? We looked everywhere for you! You disappeared from the face of the earth! Where did you go?”

Helping the woman to her feet, Charlie thought that she looked very good for a woman in her mid forties. They all went into the school and sat at a table in a conference room. Once they all were seated Charlie asked her,

“Madame, parlez-vous anglais?”

“Yes, I speak English!”

“That’s great because that was the only French I knew! My name is Charlie Bishop, we came to get the girls things and to check on their families. Just in case, and for closure. You surprised us! How did you survive?”

“The night everyone disintegrated, I had gone into the kitchen to get my nightly slice of cheese, to have with my glass of wine, you see! I talked with our Chef as I walked into the big refrigerator, closing the door as always. As I was cutting a slice from the cheese wheel I heard a muffled scream cut short. Thinking it was my imagination, I finished cutting and laid the slice on a plate and walked out of the refrigerator. The Chef was gone, the mixing bowl still had the spatula and pastry batter in it. I moved around the island and there on the floor were her clothes and shoes and a white powder. I was shocked, the scream had been real. I quickly walked to the dormitory and in all of the beds there was only nighties and white powder, all my children were gone, everyone was gone! I have been in a daze since that day, crying myself to sleep every night. Looking for anyone I could find during the day. Then today I saw an alien craft land on our soccer field and I knew that aliens had done this to our world, I didn’t think of what the consequences might be, I simply had to rage against them for perpetrating such a despicable act! But you are human, are you not? How have you survived and come into the procession of a spaceship? And my missing girls, where have you been? Who took you from me?”

The girls and I explained as much as we could about how we survived, how we killed the aliens with the help of the Artificial Intelligence’s onboard the ships. The girls explained how they had been kidnapped and how they had been rescued from being raped and eaten on stage in an alien ceremony. She was appalled! They told her our present mission was to provide closure and retrieve items like pictures and clothes. Her name is Madame Renee Richleou, she is forty four years old. She was invited to come with them. She was also told to get in the queue to visit a Med Bed.

The girls of Paris found no other survivors, but found parents and siblings like everyone else had. They collected the usual and they prepared to leave Paris.

Just after the ramp retracted and the door slammed shut, a series of dinging spuds came from the hull, gunfire! Charlie recognized the sound immediately. He mentally asked the ship’s AI where it was coming from. A mental picture formed in his head showing a group of men and women standing in the open. Two men were shooting at the ship. No, they weren’t shooting at the ship in anger, they were knocking on the door! He asked the AI to raise the door only far enough that he could roll out under it. The AI complied and Charlie rolled under it. Then it closed. Charlie dropped ten feet and landed in a crouch. The firing had stopped. He stood up and keeping his AR-15 at port arms and slowly walked toward the group. They were still standing in a group without a care in the world.

This wasn’t natural, a stranger getting off an alien spacecraft should be treated with a great deal of suspicion. This group wasn’t! He used his new eyesight enhancement to zoom in on the faces of the women. Many had black eyes and bruised swollen lips. Looking at the men with guns they were constantly looking at the group, more than they were looking at him. Looking carefully behind the group he saw five more armed men. He reported this to the AI, and Freddy. Freddy suggested a flanking maneuver by the three ladies Janice, Michelle, and Sandy. Charlie made contact with them and gave them directions. They slipped out of a hatch on the other side of the ship.

Charlie came to a stop within yelling distance from the pair of men closest to him.

“Parlez-vous anglais?”

One man shifted his rifle and replied, “Yes, I speak English! You are an American?”

“Right now I am a Texan! There is no United States of America, but there will always be a Texas! You rudely knocked on my door, what do you want?”

“Is it your spaceship? Where are the aliens?”

“Most of them will be lighting up the night sky beginning in three days!”

“How will they be lighting up the sky?”

“That’s what meteors do as they burn up on entering earth’s atmosphere! Because there are almost three hundred thousand of the assholes, they will be entertaining us for about a week! But you haven’t answered my question, what do you want?”

“We want what you have, we want those teenage girls, and the ship. If you don’t give us what we want within the next ten minutes we will kill these people and twenty more at a warehouse two kilometers from here!” He was nodding toward the northwest as he spoke. Charlie told Freddy to cloak and find the warehouse, then come back and get them. Also he should jamb any radio frequencies emanating from this location.

The girls told him they were in position and were ready when he was. He asked the AI of the troopship to use the external loudspeakers to make a crashing sound at full volume in five minutes. He told the girls to fire as soon as they heard the sound.

The man he had been talking with added some very important information, “If you are entertaining any thoughts about being a hero, a sniper has your head centered in his scope as we speak!”

Freddy thought to Charlie, “Give me thirty seconds ... there he is, now he is NOT a danger. The leader of the bad guys had never seen anyone move as fast as the Texan in front of him moved, but before his brain could react to this information he no longer possessed that brain anymore, it had been blown out the back of his head. His partner in front had the same nonstandard ventilation in his head less than a second from his bosses. The girls indicated they had been successful too.

Freddy had found the heat signatures of twenty five people in a warehouse to the northwest. Twenty of them were grouped in a room together, five others were armed and in an adjacent room.

Freddy had come back for them and the team was loaded into the saucer. The ex prisoners were told to sit down where they were. As they flew to the warehouse Freddy shared mental images of it’s interior and a preliminary plan of approach. After a quick review everyone agreed with the plan.

The saucer flew the short distance cloaked, landing a block behind the warehouse. The team carefully worked their way toward the back of the building, it was a narrow long building that took up half of two city blocks. It was over fifty years old and the last fifteen years had been hard on it. It had been abandoned, and had been scheduled for demolition within the next year. They couldn’t trust the back door not to squeak or even squeal if they opened it. There was an open window on the second floor close to a fire escape. Once they were inside they split up, Michelle and Sandy worked their way through the second floor toward the middle of the building where the hostages were being held. They had to walk softly, they stopped and removed their combat boots.

Amy and Charlie made their way downstairs staying close to the wall to avoid making any noise. Once on the main floor they went to the far left wall and using old shipping crates as cover, leap frogged toward the middle of the building. Once they reached the midpoint, they looked for the girls on the second floor, and waved at them five minutes later. Mind talking to each other they determined that there were no guards posted outside the cafeteria room the hostages were in. The team carefully converged on the doors to the cafeteria, peeking in the left narrow window of the double doors. The hostages were to the far right of the room, a single guard watching over them with a shotgun. But the shotgun was on a table top five feet away from him with the barrel pointing toward him. He was not an immediate threat. An office door was in the far left corner, this is where the other men were holed up. With any luck they were drinking. When the guard turned away Charlie slipped through the door, as the guard turned he was just in time to receive the business end of Charlie’s Bowie knife centered in his chest buried to the hilt through four ribs two in the front and two in the back including the heart in between. The man stood looking at the instrument of his death with a sense of wonder. Charlie caught him as he fell, placing his dead body in a chair. The girls came in and admonished the people to move quickly but quietly out the doors which they had blocked open. Sandy kept them moving towards the back of the building.

Amy, Michelle, and Charlie decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to take the other men into custody or to risk their lives trying to take them. They lined up parallel with the office wall and opened fire, after expending the contents of two thirty round magazines each they opened the office door and peaked carefully in at the carnage. Charlie had a new visual image to go along with the phrase “Shot to shit!” He made sure that all five of them were dead, there is no pretending with a 45 caliber slug in your head. He told the girls they could look but he didn’t recommend it.

Charlie called in the troopship to pick up the twenty eight former hostages. The team rode with them to hear their story...

They were evenly split, fourteen women and fourteen men, they were all young, nineteen to twenty three. They belonged to spelunking clubs from all over the world. Some were married couples, some boyfriend/girlfriend. Six if the younger girls and two of the men had been raped repeatedly. They had spent the night deep in a cave near Caen, exploring a new section that was going to add four and a half kilometers to the size of the cave. They had been underground for two days when around ten o’clock the second evening in the middle of a conversation with the surface, on a field phone that they had laid the cable for as they traveled, there were several screams cut short suddenly. At first they thought the connection was bad, but hitting the test button showed continuity in the lines. It took them another two days to travel up from the depth of almost two kilometers. When they reached the surface they found piles of clothing with jewelry, wallets, ball caps and shoes, along with a white powder. Thinking that maybe it was limited to just the local area, they boarded their bus and drove to Caen. Everywhere they looked it was the same. Coming around a curve they found the road blocked, when they stopped six men armed with rifles and handguns pointed their weapons at the driver and told him to open the door. Fearing for his life he opened it.

The six men were from a prison farm not far away, due to overcrowding they were housed in CONEX containers as a new facility was being built. They were placed inside but the door was left open two inches for ventilation. There were actually ten such containers, the other nine held low risk inmates and their doors were open halfway. These inmates were high risk so they were chained open thirty centimeters with nine inmates inside, just before ten o’clock an inmate bunked near the door asked the guard for a bottle of water to take some medicine. The guard had just unlocked the door when he and the three inmates closest to the door screamed, which was strangely cut off. The other six found piles of clothing and shoes and on exploring, found no one alive. With the door unlocked the searched the piles of guard clothing until they found the right keys. They broke into the armory and took all of the guns, ammunition and handcuffs. They had searched Caen, but found no body alive. Then after a couple of days they heard the bus and set up an ambush.