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Somewhere in middle New Jersey. 1962.
Main street sat like a church mouse. Along the road, homes were boarded up or ransacked. Cars sat in the driveways, stuffed full of personal belongings - a few even with the keys in the ignition. Old Glory was flapping in the cold November wind, and their breath came out as steam.
"Why are the here again?" One agent spoke to the two behind him, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "This place gives me the creeps." The three of them moved silently, a clumsy mix of alien and human weapons strapped to their bodies - wrists, hands, and backs.
"One of the people's here a doctor." The second one spoke through the fog his breath made."Friend with one of the higher ups, and a egg head. Brass wants him to bring him to Site X."
"Waited along enough. It's freezing out here."
"Shut it, both of you." The third one, a stocky little man with barely any hair on his head, spoke gruffly. "The Board gave us some reports of Outsider activity around here. So unless you want a firefight..." He let the words hang in the air. "Come on. We get the egghead and his family, and we scram."
The Doctor's house seem to be having a birthday party when the attack hit. A half eaten cake was left out, as were the plates, silverware, and birthday gifts. "Doctor Stockton?" The first one called out. "Doctor Stockton? Government agents. We're here to take you and your family to a safe location. Sir?"
Nothing.
"Maybe he left? Looks like the whole neighborhood ran off." One of them said as he looked out in the backyard. "Or he got taken."
"Maybe....check the basement. Must had a shelter or something."
Soon enough, they found a heavy metal door, bolted shut, but it brought down with a improvised battering ram, and off the side. "Sir? Doctor Stockton?" Guns at the ready, the fallout shelter also seem ransacked, and everything throw left, and right, things broken, or taken. "God dammit. Must have had the only one in the whole community."
"And there took it with force, or try to at least. Lot of good that done them. Poor idiots." he light up a smoke, a Camel brand. "All right. Call Central. We search the rest of the houses, and see what we can dig up."
Main street sat like a church mouse. Along the road, homes were boarded up or ransacked. Cars sat in the driveways, stuffed full of personal belongings - a few even with the keys in the ignition. Old Glory was flapping in the cold November wind, and their breath came out as steam.
"Why are the here again?" One agent spoke to the two behind him, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "This place gives me the creeps." The three of them moved silently, a clumsy mix of alien and human weapons strapped to their bodies - wrists, hands, and backs.
"One of the people's here a doctor." The second one spoke through the fog his breath made."Friend with one of the higher ups, and a egg head. Brass wants him to bring him to Site X."
"Waited along enough. It's freezing out here."
"Shut it, both of you." The third one, a stocky little man with barely any hair on his head, spoke gruffly. "The Board gave us some reports of Outsider activity around here. So unless you want a firefight..." He let the words hang in the air. "Come on. We get the egghead and his family, and we scram."
The Doctor's house seem to be having a birthday party when the attack hit. A half eaten cake was left out, as were the plates, silverware, and birthday gifts. "Doctor Stockton?" The first one called out. "Doctor Stockton? Government agents. We're here to take you and your family to a safe location. Sir?"
Nothing.
"Maybe he left? Looks like the whole neighborhood ran off." One of them said as he looked out in the backyard. "Or he got taken."
"Maybe....check the basement. Must had a shelter or something."
Soon enough, they found a heavy metal door, bolted shut, but it brought down with a improvised battering ram, and off the side. "Sir? Doctor Stockton?" Guns at the ready, the fallout shelter also seem ransacked, and everything throw left, and right, things broken, or taken. "God dammit. Must have had the only one in the whole community."
"And there took it with force, or try to at least. Lot of good that done them. Poor idiots." he light up a smoke, a Camel brand. "All right. Call Central. We search the rest of the houses, and see what we can dig up."
Another little something for my XCOM.
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