Contact (Alien Invasion, #2)

by Sean Platt

Morgan was willing to use his weapons — even for the hell of it. Most people weren’t as cool with violence. Morgan was, and those asswipes knew it from watching his walk. Dan and Christopher traded a glance. They seemed as if they might report the same thing as Cameron: that the exhaust pipe sticking out of the foundation was still cold, and they were surprised that Terrence had been right — that the machine on the other end of that pipe was off and would remain that way.

junctions.” Christopher wiped his nose. “We should be fleecing these fucking hippies. Hell, they want to be taken; you hear them serenading the aliens with Kumbaya. Why wait not make it easy on them? We could take shit from them right now.” Terrence put a hand on Christopher’s arm. Christopher flinched then settled. Terrence glanced at Morgan then gave Christopher his “shut your mouth because I’m trying to save you from getting shot by the boss” look. “We’ve searched the house,” he said, still watching Christopher’s eyes. “There’s no basement access inside, and yet there’s clearly an exhaust pipe coming

background, having been the previous leader? Morgan knew to watch his back. Once they finally breached this bitch of a door, it might be smart to put a bullet in Vincent’s face. Just to make a point. “Got something to say, Vincent?” Christopher asked. “Just shut your fucking hole.” Vincent stepped closer. “Your problems with all of this are duly noted. You still don’t think there’s a bunker under this place even now, even while staring at a hidden door at the back of a closet with a motherfucking Fort Knox lock? Fine. Go run off and play with someone else. That’s one less share

be sure,” Morgan said. “Fake wires and all.” “There were a lot of decoys,” Terrence said. “The phone box over there’s a decoy. Same for the Internet. I don’t even think the net here is wired at all, but someone tried to make it look like there’s a fiber line running to it. There were two decoy power lines from the windmill, and that’s on top of the bullshit wire running up to the pole and then just stopping, which flat-out insulted me. But like I said, I got it. There’s a legit line buried up to the windmills on the hill and another to the solar — one on the roof and another to the panel farm in the clearing. Then there’s the one that goes through the wall. Again, some decoys. But I pinched it off with the inverter and battery, Morgan. That generator in there doesn’t realize there’s no power coming in.” He stopped short of adding, Just like I fucking

source for the lock itself. A battery inside the mechanism.” “Can you unplug the battery?” “Not without getting inside.” “What else?” “There’s plain old physical barriers to consider: deadbolts, lock bars — even something jammed behind the door.” “We can break through that kind of shit,” Morgan said. “Maybe.” Terrence rapped on the door. “But this? It’s a motherfucker. If we want to get inside, we’re going to need more than a lock pick.” Morgan eyed his all-purpose electrician, mechanic, and computer hacker. “I assume you’re up to