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Tomahawk – Chapter 11

Hawk, sweating, returned the sizzling taser-like memory device to its slot in the tactical utility belt. His shirt and pants were ripped, and bruises and cuts covered his body. He was back in the white docking tunnel, and he approached the Firebird, still attached to the other end. He withdrew the keys from the utility belt and clicked the unlock button. The Firebird beeped back, and Hawk pulled open the door.

He looked at his watch. One minute remaining. He raised the watch to his lips as he...

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“Is this a new couch?” I asked.

The psychologist looked at the couch. “No. Same as always.”

“New chair?”

“No.”

“New glasses?”

“No.”

“Are you the same doctor?”

The psychologist paused. “Yes…”

He scratched his head and sighed. Father sighed the exact same way often. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small rectangular bottle of Jim Beam. He raised the bottle to his lips, avoiding eye-contact with me, and took a sip. Then he offered the bottle to me.

“Tak...

Tomahawk – Chapter 10

Hawk entered the engineering room. He could tell it was an engineering room because on the other side of a twenty-foot tall plate glass window he could clearly see what was a hundred-foot-tall engine. Above the hundred-foot-tall engine was a fifty-foot-long sign that had both English and Rhaokin words. The English word read “Engine.”

This was the room where he would find the weapon.

He looked at his watch. Thirty minutes remaining. Plenty of time.

There were a few Rhaokin in sight, but they a...

Tomahawk – Chapter 9

Hawk looked up at the Wall and rested his hands against it. Stretching up about ten stories high, and forming a full circle around the inside of the jellyfish head, it was large and imposing, but that wouldn’t stop Hawk now that he’d used his incredible infiltration skills to make it this far. He used the scientist’s key to open the door. This was one of many doors he had to pass through to eventually reach the engineering room.

Crouching low and covered in sweat, he snuck inside. He entered...

Tomahawk – Chapter 8

Hawk woke up on the floor of the bar, light streaming in from outside. Around him were countless unconscious Rhaokin bodies, and he shook his head. He had a massive hangover. There were empty bottles of liquor everywhere. He had to use a bathroom badly.

Despite the number of bodies originally being countless, Hawk counted them anyway and totaled forty-six. Forty-six unconscious bodies—breathing, but not moving. Hawk was more than proficient in several different styles of martial arts, but he...

Tomahawk – Chapter 7

Hawk and the two Rhaokins entered the elevator.

“So fifty years, eh?” Hawk said once the doors had shut.

“Fifty years,” Golf repeated. “We sent minor probes first, small enough that you wouldn’t notice. A few of our larger satellites were spotted, but so infrequently and by so few that those who had observed us were just assumed to be crazy by the rest of you.”

“What about the nuts who claim alien abduction?”

Golf and Solar exchanged a shameful look. “Yes, well, as you have criminals in your...

Tomahawk – Chapter 6

Hawk ripped the watch off of his wrist and made to smash it on the ground, but at the last moment he stopped himself. As much as he hated all of them, he needed to remain in contact for his girlfriend’s sake. He reluctantly strapped it back on.

He shook his head. Fine. He’ll disable the weapon. If the Rhaokins were telling the truth, which he was sure that they were, there was no harm in disabling it. Perhaps he could convince the Rhaokins of his situation and they would understand.

He shook...

Tomahawk – Chapter 5

Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, or eight-second ‘Eyy’ piloted his ship back from the asteroid that he just spent the last six hours meticulously dumping waste upon. As he drew closer to the cabin, he saw that, where the crew ship was normally supposed to be docked, a Pontiac Firebird had taken his place.

“Great,” he said to himself. “There’s another hour to this damn assignment.”

Hawk, inside the ship, turned around.

“You’re not Eyy,” the voice behind him said. The voice said ‘Eyy’ for eight seconds. “W...

Tomahawk – Chapter 4

The only light in the tunnel came from holes on the left and right sides. The holes of light shot past as Hawk tore forward, flying by faster and faster as the Firebird roared forward. Those lights were the only true indication of his actual speed, and judging by their frequency he must have been approaching three hundred miles an hour. The Firebird screamed in the dark.

He saw a light at the end of the tunnel. It began as a speck in the center of the darkness. But as he sped forward the ligh...

Tomahawk – Chapter 3

Somewhere in the middle of the Mojave a gray fox tracked a shrew between shrubs under a blazing summer sun. The shrubs were tiny explosions of life, as if the desert sand compressed the seed until it burst with force to the surface. The hot sand shifted beneath the fox’s paw. The sky was too bright to look at for more than a few seconds.

But the gray fox pursued the shrew until it casually crawled into a hole beneath a shrub to disappear, completely unaware of the gray fox stalking it from be...