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30. Blinded By The Lite

Hopefully Stan paid attention to the directions I gave him because I needed as much space between MYSELF and the uniformed humans as possible. If he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, we could have a problem. I saw the low, long row of older buildings with the lights from our vehicle coming up on MY left. I had seen these before and this is where I told Stan to take the group of humans. I directed the driver to pull the vehicle into a space between two of the buildings that would provide some cover. As soon as we pulled in I saw Stan jump out from a door that was in the back of the building. “Hey boss..where’d you get the deuce and  a half?”

I looked at Stan and figured he was talking about the vehicle. “By the way Stan,” I wrote on MY cape, “can you operate this…whatever you called it?” Stan looked at ME, smiled and said, “Drove one in the National Guard.” I assumed that meant yes. I told Stan to get the rest of MY army together and get them in the back along with the newly recruited zombie driver….that made it a total of 14. Still short 36 humans.

Before the newly recruited driver-soldier went into the back I used the Lite Wrapping to make Stan look like the original driver. I also made MYSELF look like another uniformed humans as I  needed to be in the front of the vehicle with Stan.

Since MY army would be ridding and resting now, I felt it best to keep moving in the night time….hoping I wouldn’t need to use much of MY sun powered devices. “One or two discharges from the Lite Ring before the sun comes up .” I looked at MY cape and saw the words of caution from the Lite. We started driving down the dark road that lead out of the city.

Stan saw the flash of bright, white light from the flying machine above us in time to partially cover his face and still keep us on the road. The machine was sweeping the road hopefully looking for something other than one of its own vehicles. “Hey boss!” Stan was screaming for some reason. “We’re the only military truck or car on this road… think they are looking for a lost deuce and…..” A loud noise followed by projectiles hitting the road ahead drowned out Stan’s last sentence.

“50 cal…50 cal..” Stan yelled……I looked at him…”Stop the vehicle.” We pulled over to the side of the road. The “50 cal”, as Stan called it, was still trying to find its target. The flying machine was coming around again. It must have overshot us when we stopped. The bright, intense white light was quickly edging closer to the front of our vehicle. The projectiles came down again sending pieces of the road up in the air. “You need to do something now.” The large, red words from the Lite filled MY cape.

I looked up at the machine, summoned the Lite Ring and projected its power at the machines’ light. There was a perceptible clapping sound followed by an intense bright light…..just like the time the Lite blasted the hole in LiteWorld. Only this time it was very loud. The machine seemed to stop in the air for an instant, then it was gone…replaced by the dots in the night sky.

“Holy crap!” Stan, the soldier, had his hands folded on top of his head. “They were going to kill us boss!” Stan looked down at the holes in the road and then at ME. “We gotta go boss…we gotta go.”



About the Author

Don Musilli started his journey as entrepreneur and businessman. Surveyed the sky above as a private pilot and lived in the sea below as a scuba diver. Looked at the future through the words of Asimov, Clark, Heinlein, Herbert and Ellison. Learned a new way to write technical blogs and make them readable… and then created LiteWorld to extend his journey.

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