Journal entries. July mission day 1 – entry 1

I have a few journals from older missions. There’s usually not time to write anything while we’re out, but sometimes there’s a lot of waiting and it’s beyond boring to just sit and do nothing. I decided to share one of these journals with you. I’ll give you a short backgroundstory for the mission first.

On July 26 two years ago, myself and three others, Mickey, Adrien and Mohammed, were sent on a rescuemission.
Adrien is the most quiet person you’ll ever meet, and one of the best snipers I have ever worked with. The first couple of times I worked with him, I hated him. Not one word. At all. But his work speak for itself. These days I’m happy to have him with me.
Mohammed is the absolut opposite, you can’t shut him up. He’s really the life of the party and will make anyone feel right at home where ever they’re at. If you’re in a jam, you’ll want him there, he will make you feel safe and you just know everything will be ok.

I will admit that I was a bit worried for myself and Adrien on this mission. He’s got scottish ancestry, and he’s got amazingly, bright, red hair. I, on the other side, am as pale as a human can possible get. Redheads and pale people don’t do too well in the sun. And where were we going? To one of the warmest and sunniest planets we’ve ever been to. SUNSCREEN!!

For a few months, 11 people had been reported missing. This is nothing strange on its own, but they were all from different countries, and all policereports said the same thing – there had been sitings of UFO:s before. The police didn’t take it serious, they dismissed it as hoaxes. But The Agency knows better.
Turned out, it was a race of humanoids called Xtrghngsxklxk that were behind it. (If you think their name is odd, you should hear them talk. They don’t have vowels at all, and they always sound like they’re about to be sick.) We usually just call them X:es.
The X:es had been taking people from earth to sell on their planet. They considered us so primitive that we couldn’t possible do anything about it. Wrong!

With some help, we got a location on them. Planet, coordinates, the works. The Agency have a few ships, interstellar travel IS possible! But this time, we needed Victors aid. He had another Garba take us to the X:es planet.

And that’s where the problems began. My journal from this mission will follow in the next few posts. But it starts here:

July mission day 1, entry 1:
The days here are much longer than on earth, so I’m not sure what day it is. But the mission is close to a disaster.
We were shot down while approaching the planet. Turns out the X:es have a pretty good survilance of the space surrounding their planet. Our Garba pilot has never seen the likes of it. We all survived the crash, the Garba with a broken arm and an injured shoulder, the rest of us with bruises. Early readings from before the crash said the temperature on the surface was somewhere between 50 and 60 degrees Celsius (between 122 and 140 degrees Fahrenheit). 4 hours of walking later and our Garba friend couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t even stand up. The sand and the heat was too much. We did what we could for him, but he passed away. Mohammed’s guessing on internal damage. We were forced to move on, but we buried him in the sand as deep as we could. It took us another hour to reach the village we had gotten the coordinates for. It’s like a small village from the wild west about 10 klicks south of our current position. STAY AWAY FROM IT!

We weren’t prepaired at all. There was so much information we had gotten that was completely wrong. The X:es are hig tech like you can’t imagine. Survilance everywhere. Nothing is wooden, it’s all made from a substance that looks like metal. We still don’t know what the X:es look like, they’re all wearing exosceletons when outside.  Mohammed got a glimpse of something humanoid with a fuzzy skin, like peaches.

We managed to locate the kidnapped humans. I’m afraid only two of them were alive. They still are, they’re here with us now, Alice and Paul. Mohammed got shot while we rescued Alice and Paul. Some form of pulseweapon. He’s alive but unresponsive. If he doesn’t wake up soon, he won’t survive. It’s just getting warmer and warmer here. Turns out the nights are warmer than the days.

The only luck we’ve had so far is that the X:es consider us too primitive to be a threat. Our weapons easiliy escaped the survilance in their village. They never bothered to check our crashed ship either, I guess they just assumed we wouldn’t make it. This made for a pretty easy rescue of Alice and Paul.

We have taken refuge in the mountains, 10 klicks north of the village. There’s a cave just a short climb up that we’re taking refuge in. It’s getting warmer by the hour here, and even if it’s still really hot in the cave, it’s a lot better than outside. We would never survive there at night!
We have rationed our food and water, I give it 4 days. Possibly 5. Alice and Paul are in pretty ok shape, they’ve been given food and water, but the heat has gotten to them.

We’ve been in the cave for 6 hours, so there’s still plenty of time. Adrien is sending messages out to whomever might be listening. The Agency and Victor will send help when it becomes clear something has gone wrong. But I doubt it will be in time.

I will update the journal daily. At the end of the noteboook, I’ve written down everything we know about the X:es and the village.
We will keep sending messages until our radios die. We are thinking of a way to mark the cave so our allies can find us, but not the X:es.

Do you believe?

Do you believe in aliens? This will be easier if you do.

Remember how I, in my last post, mentioned alien forces? I meant that in the literal way, aliens. Real, living aliens.

There were some in the video Colin showed me and Mickey. The first thought is obviously “hoax”, but then again, who would spend that much money on an office like theirs, for a hoax? We played the video a couple of times, just to make sure we weren’t missing anything. The aliens on screen was pretty similar to us, humanoids. They were a bit taller than us humans, longer arms and a bigger, humanshaped, head. Their skin was a bit greyish, their hair was short, greasy and black, and the nose was almost not visible. You could just make out a little bump on the face. Both of them had tiny black eyes and no ears. Their mouths looked just like ours, except they had no lips. They were both dressed in what looked like uniforms. Both wore dark green pants, dark green jackets with black vests over. Not the kind of vests you see our armed forces wear, but close enough. It was a very thin material with pockets and a holster on the side.
Their weapons reminded me of a rifle, only much thicker and not really made for human hands, we would have to hold the weapon with two hands and have someone else fire it.
One of them had a sword strapped to the back. They both look exhausted. As if they’d been running or fighting.
According to Colin they belonged to an alien race called Garba, these two were helping us humans every now and then. You know, if aliens were threatening earth. If… These days it’s more like when… The Garbas don’t have names, allthough we work with one of them pretty often, one that I call Victor, I don’t like just yelling “hey you” or something when we’re in the field.

Our first 6 months at The Agency was all about reading and I hated every moment of it. I’m a doer! Mickey, on the other hand, loved it, peace and quiet and just taking it easy. Does this make me a bad person?
Anyway, we had to learn names of different alien races, allies and enemies. We had to learn more about them, how we talked to them, how The Agency worked and more and more and more. Just too much and too boring to write about here.
After this, we got to meet some of our alien allies. Victor was one of the first. We got to learn different fighting techniques for different alien races, where to hit them, where to shoot them, how to move around them. Now this, this is what I do best. This is me in my right element! No seriously, does this make me a bad person? I don’t like to hurt people (or aliens)…

Our very first job at The Agency was to hunt down another Garba, one that was terrorizing people close to the arctic cirle. It was loving the cold, and it fed of the fear it was causing. Literally, it fed of the fear! It made it stronger while the humans it was close to grew weaker. They were in a constant state of terror when we got to them. We couldn’t evacuate them or do anything to help them until the Garba was taken care of. Its grip on them was too tight.

We had a fairly good idea of where the Garba was hiding, the closer to him people were, the worse they were doing. We divided in three teams of four. I was working with Mickey, David and Jazz. We approached the Garba from north, east and south with Victor waiting due west, in the closest village, he was sure the Garba would try to get there.
And sure enough, when it noticed us closing in, it went for the village. Us humans need more clothing in the cold than the Garba do, so we weren’t as fast as we could have been. Another good reason why Victor was standing by, ready to do his bit.

You can take out a Garba they same way you would a human, by shooting it. But our goal is never to kill or hurt like that. If we can put someone in handcuffs, we’re happy. Another difference between humans and Garba is, we simply can’t hit them hard enough with hands or feet. It will be like a cat putting its paw on our arms.
This is one of the reasons we’ve been training so hard. As a woman, I have an advantage here. I have always been smaller than the others and I’m not as strong physically. I’m already used to going up against people bigger than me!
Victor held the Garba off long enough for us to get our stunners. There are different settings on them based on who’s the target. For a Garba, we need a pretty high setting. So high in fact, that it’s deadly to humans, it will stop our hearts in seconds. Victor did a great job in holding the Garba off, but it was so strong. It was draining Victor.
Do you watch wrestling? The WWE kind? That’s what this was like, Victor and the Garba was throwing eachother all over the place. Slamming eachother to the ground. At one point we thought we lost Victor, he was thrown, head first, in to the side of a truck. Several kicks to the torso later he thankfully got up. The rest of us were trying to get closer so we could stun the Garba, but he was too fast for us.
We spread out, trying to get out of view from the Garba. We needed to take him by surprise, somehow. In the end, Victor needed to surrender so we could stop him. He was close to Jazz and Mickey and a few steps back ment the Garba was in their reach. Said and done, two steps back and he willingly took a nasty blow to the torso. For a split second, the Garba appeared to have forgotten about the rest of us and stopped in triumph. This was all the time Mickey needed and we finally got the Garba.

Victor escaped the fight with several bruises and what I think can be compared to a concussion. The Garba was taken to an aircraft and was then escorted back to The Agency. Victor later brought him back to wherever it is they come from. We’re not welcome there. Their government believe we will be dangerous to their world. They don’t like what we do to our own. Had we been talking about moving there I wouldn’t say anything, but just for a visit?

Removing the Garba from the village turned out to be tricky. Not for him, but for the people. The longer he was from them the more withdrawl-like symptoms they started to show. Several of them needed medical treatment to get well again. We still check up on them ever now and then.

Do you ever, from out of nowhere, get afraid? Think that someone’s after you? That someone’s going to hurt you? You know when you just sit there or stand there and you’re sure something is wrong and you can just feel the fear rising? And no matter how hard you tell yourself that there’s nothiong to be afraid of, you just don’t buy it!
You could be close to an enemy Garba. Or one that’s addicted to to human fear and is in need of a dose. You should leave, right away! We will eventually find out and we will come for it!

Colin and The Agency – the start

My name is Serenity Michaels. You can call me Mike, everybody does.

A few years ago, I was living a completely ordinary life. Or as ordinary as it can be when you’re in the army. Then a man contacted me and my childhood friend, Mickey (I know, Mike and Mickey? well he’s the one who gave me my nickame.) The man said he came from a top secret organisation. Now, for obvious reasons, I can’t name it here, I will just call it The Agency. He said they had been watching us for a while and we were just the kind of people they wanted working for them.
We ignored him. A top secret organisation that absolutely no one has ever heard of? That only happen in movies!

I think about a week went by, then Mickey called me and told me to meet him at our spot, a place we used to play at when we were kids. We still go there to wind down and get away from everything.
Mickey had been contacted by the man from The Agency again. Turns out the man thought it would be easier to get Mickey to listen if I wasn’t there. Well, I can’t say he’s wrong. My dad raised me to be suspicious of everyone. He’s a general in the army and I’m still told, every time we meet, to trust no one! He’s a bit overprotective of me. Not the easiest when you consider what I do for a living…
Anyway, Mickey was waiting for me at our spot, with the man. I have never been angrier with anyone then I was with Mickey at that moment!
This man, let’s call him Colin (he looks exactly like Colin Salmon!), had a file with him. A file about me and Mickey. There were things in it that he shouldn’t know, classified for everybody but the leaders of our country! You see, Mickey and I have been part of more than a few black ops. You know, the “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you” kinds.

Colin only wanted to give us the short story while out in the open. And the short story was, in his words, that “The Agency recruits people from all over the world. We save lives and we build a better future for mankind. We serve all of humanity and we are what is keeping this world together!”
Now, how can you not be intrigued by that? Just the words he chose, that’s not how people talk. Mankind? Humanity? Keeping the world together? I was curious!

When Mickey and I arrived at The Agency the next day, Colin met us at the entrance. He said it wasn’t the right place, just the adress they gave possible recruits (we should have known.) We were then shown to a car, one it was impossibe to see out from, and it took some time, but we finally arrived at The Agency. Oh I wish you could see it!
You always arrive at an underground garage, then you come in to a room bigger than any you’ve ever seen in a building. You could easily fit four Hercules planes in there. On the right side, you have a view of the sea. But since you’re below ground you realize pretty quickly that the windows are really screens (that and the fact that one screen vibrated a bit and went black just after we arrived.) The wall on the other side of the hallway is as white as it can be. Flowers and plants that I have never seen decorate it the whole way to the other side of the room. There are markings all over the floor, black, green, red etc. Colin just said it can get crowded in there.
At the wall opposite to where we entered, there is a small desk and a woman sitting behind it. She looked, and still looks, like the most ordinary secretary ever. But when walking up to her, I always feel like I’m in a library and being too noisy. The way she look at everyone, those piercing dark eyes and that smirk… I’m telling you, I’ve been in war and I’ve faced horrible things and people, but there is no way I will ever make this woman angry! Lucy is her name.
She is always looking around the hallway, as if expecting to see someone jump out from behind the flowers. After her appearance, the first thing I noticed was the gun she tries to hide under her jacket. There is no denying that it’s a gun, anyone can see that. What is impossible to see is what kind it is. It’s like taken from a sci-fi movie! Another reason never to make her angry.

There is only one door leading out from the hallway, and after the size of the hallway you expect a corridor of the same size. But no, it’s more like a corridor in a hospital. The walls are till white, but there are no plants decorating them. In fact, there’s nothing at all. The only addition of color are the lines on the floor. A red line is going straight forward to the very end of the building, a blue line turns directly to a door on the left. Line after line showing you to a different door. And doors, goodness me there are plenty of them. On our very first visit we followed the red line. It took almost ten minutes to reach the end of the corridor, just to walk for another ten along the next one.
I’ve only been to a handful of offices at The Agency, but they all look the same. A desk facing the door, a map of the world hanging to the right of the desk, a safe to the left of the desk, and more white walls.

A we sat down, Colin retrieved some papers from the safe. We had to sign contracts promising not to talk about what we were about to find out. At this point you may wonder how I can be writing all of this? I signed the papers, so did Mickey, we were too curious not to. And the things I am writing here are approved! With everything that is going on, it is unlikely that what we do at The Agency can be kept a secret much longer. Alien forces are making it very hard for us to stay secret.
After signing the papers, Colin turned on his computer and showed us a short video that another agent had shot. Wow. Just… wow… I still don’t know how to best describe what I saw. But it was enough for both Mickey and myself to accept the work offer!

Stick around and you will find out what we do for humanity.