"OK, give me your arm" the pilot ordered Blake.
"What the fuck for?" he replied, when your in a world of shit like this you
don't trust anyone. Blake had been through enough for today. He has seen
the impossible turn into more impossible shit.
"It's a simple blood test see..." McGrady started to explain.
"I know the chemical in side the syringe acts with your blood and...wait
you're the one on the tape recorder!. How do I know your not one of those
things?" he asked. He did not know if he was going to explode into one of
those 'things' and kill or take his form. He could not be trusted, no one
could be trusted.
"Fine, I'll do it first, but how do I know your not one of them yourself?"
"OK then do me first, I don't care, I'd rather die that let one of them eat
me." McGrady held the syringe like a surgeon doctor ready to do heart
transplant. He slid the thick needle into Blake's left arm, filled the tube
with a few mm of blood and pulled it out, Blake winced, the needles were
bloody thick or what. A dark red stain appeared through his wool sleeve.
The blood in the tube stayed red as they stared at it. Then when it seemed
fine McGrady stuck it to a stick of dynamite and lit the fuse and tossed it
out the door. Blake leaned forward in shock and said, "What the fuck did
you do that for? A thing might get hold of that and..." McGrady interrupted,
"Don't worry just wait." With that, the blood test flying down to earth
exploded and the blood froze as it cooled in the Antarctic winds and fell
into the Antarctic Ocean. Blake looked at McGrady. "Now it is your turn, by
the way who the hell is flying the helicopter?" McGrady looked behind him.
"It's on auto-pilot! OK test me." John as he said his name was handed Blake
a blood test. The last time he used one, a supposed team member mutated
into a big hulking monstrosity and then the same happened thing to the guy
next to him. To was a shock and terror as his nerves brought his H&K MP-5
up and started pumping lead into the things. Luckily the dickhead Pierce
was there with his flame thrower. He lit them up like a Christmas tree.
When they hit the ground I ran like hell, hoping Pierce was following. But
he got lost in the snow storm, he was an asshole anyway. Blake stabbed
McGrady with the needle. McGrady did not seem to mind. The blood was like
Blake's, it was normal.
"OK this is how it is done. Observe." He pulled out one of his incendiary
grenade attached the blood test to it with the duct tape careful not to
cover the latch. He then pulled out the pin and dropped it out of the
copter. After five seconds they watched as the blood test shatter from the
grenade and was engulfed by the napalm fire. It burned until it fell into
the water. Blake looked at McGrady.
"Now what the hell are we going to do?" asked Blake. McGrady went back into
the cockpit and sit in the left seat; Blake followed and sat in the right
one. McGrady was thinking. So was Blake. What was he planning to do when he
was going to pick up Whitley. It was a question he wanted answered. So he
"So want were you going to when you picked up Whitley?" McGrady thought
"For one thing I knew he was infected with the Cloud virus. Which he had
been injecting himself with." Blake looked at him.
"How did you know about that? I only read about it in Dr Faraday's
reports." Blake said. McGrady answered, "Faraday told me when I was found
near Outpost #31 he and a rescue team found me before you were sent out. He
never told Whitley he found me because he knew he would kill me. So he sent
me on leave to the nearest U.S. naval ship just off the Antarctic coast."
Whitley, that bastard he never warned my team about that infection. He
probably just wanted a reason to bring them back as us into the world.
Blake thought; he was just following orders.
"So what the hell are we going to do then?" Blake asked. Hoping he could go
back home and try to forget what happened. But who the hell could he,
experiencing things not normal to life he could he live with him self. Why
did this happen to him. Finally McGrady answered, "well we could go home
and forget all this or..." McGrady though about what he was about to say, "Or
we could try to defeat this alien" Blake thought he would say that. "How
the hell are we supposed to do that? We are only two people not an entire
army!" Blake yelled. Suddenly the radio cracked, "... are... you reading...
me...Mac? this fucking...storm...we're at the...departure. Point... over." said the
speaker. McGrady reached for the transmitter and pressed the intercom and
spoke into it, "Ok we read you. Over" there was a silence then the speaker
spoke again. "We? ...who else is with you... is it Blake?" McGrady said "Yeah
it is, we'll be there in a few minutes. Over and out", "Ok we'll be
waiting. Over and out." The radio stopped the annoying static. McGrady said
"OK there's your army."
They touched down on a barely visible landing pad. Two men awaited their
landing. As McGrady killed the engine the two men stepped forward, one
holding a MP-10 the other holding a flamethrower. As Blake stepped off the
chopper they seized him and rammed him into the side of the chopper. They
did the same with McGrady. "Hey what the fuck are you doing?" yelled Blake.
John was the one who answered "Don't worry Blake its procedure" with that
one of the men stuck a blood test into his arm took some blood and slid the
needle out. It showed clear, and then he did the same with Blake. He too
showed negative. "OK you guys are fine" the guy that held Blake let and
said, "no hard feelings. My names Tony." He held out his hand, Blake shook
it. "My names Blake", the other guy with the flamethrower said "We know we
have been receiving data from Faraday.