David Golemon - Legacy
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David L. Golemon
Legacy
PROLOGUE
The old shack stood in stark contrast to the gleaming new structure that towered over it. The larger structure, a two-story house, had been built at great expense following the gold strike in the Superstition Mountains two years earlier. It had been occupied for exactly seventy-two hours before the old man and his houseguest decided it just wasnt their style to live in such opulence. Much to the consternation of the military police and the security team that patrolled the property at the base of the mountains, Gus Tilly had moved back into his original shack along with the small being who had become his closest friend. The one-room shack had been repaired and a few creature comforts, such as new lamps and two new beds, had been added, but other than that the walls still leaked cold air in the winter.
Gus Tillys net worth was something in the neighborhood of $160 million according to close government sources, but he still worked by himself at the Lost Dutchman Mine with occasional help from his houseguest and the young man who lived in Chatos Crawl. The boy in town was named Billy Dawes and he could only assist Gus on the weekends and holidays now because of his college schedule-a schedule that was paid for by the proceeds from the mine.
The Lost Dutchman, discovered by accident in 2006 during the incident in the desert, had been bestowed on Gus by the U.S. government after his assistance in that event had been deemed invaluable, but that wasnt the reason for the massive military presence that guarded not only the mine but the shack and the empty house as well. The real value of the property was the creature that Gus watched over. Tilly had sat with his friend for hours at a time during the ten thousand hours of debriefing by other friends based many hundreds of miles away in the desert sands beneath Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada. Four years worth of valuable intelligence, covering a period that had begun in the time of Harry Truman and ended in a battle that had claimed hundreds of lives in 2006.
The existence of this small being was known only to a few people. He was referred to by the code name he had been given as part of the highly classified Operation Case Blue. Mahjtic, or Matchstick as he was nicknamed by Gus, was the most valuable and precious being the world had ever known. Only the president of the United States, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and an organization known as Department 5656 knew of his existence-an existence that provided the intelligence that would assist in safeguarding the world from a threat that had been coming for many generations, beginning one stormy night in 1947 in a small town in New Mexico named Roswell.
Gus Tilly rolled over on his oversized bed as he heard the whimpering sound coming from the childs bed to his left. He raised his head and looked down at the small creature lying restlessly beneath the thick covers. Mahjtic kicked at the blanket that had been draped over him, his movements violent at first, then gradually slowing. The Mickey Mouse night-light that Mahjtic loved glowed softly in the wall socket only a foot away from the small bed. The old man watched as Mahjtics large green head and small hands and feet became still, but in the dim light he could see that his large slanted eyes were working beneath the almond-shaped lids-the small being was dreaming, an extremely rare occurrence that only happened when Mahjtic became aware of the enemy known as the Grays.
Gus was just about to lie back down when Mahjtic sat bolt upright in the bed and began screaming, kicking the covers free of his small body. He pushed himself into a sitting position and stared wide-eyed at the far wall of the shack. Guss heart raced as he saw the terror that filled those large, obsidian eyes. He jumped when the front door opened and two men came into the one-room house with nine-millimeter automatics drawn. They looked around and saw that all was still except for the otherworldly screeching of the small being they were there to protect. They looked about as if they had no idea what to do. The first plainclothes soldier reached for the light switch.
No! Gus hissed. No lights. Hes dreaming. Hes still asleep. The old man tossed his own covers away and eased out of his much larger bed. The two security men watched as Gus lowered his eighty-four-year-old frame next to the small bed and took the creatures hand. They all noticed that the cowboy-and-Indian pajamas that Matchstick wore were soaked through with the tiny beings perspiration. Hey, old boy, wake up, Gus said as he gently patted Mahjtics small, long-fingered hand. Youre having a doozy of a nightmare.
Matchstick was shaking and his eyes were still focused on the far wall, or on something far beyond it that the men couldnt see. Outside the shacks thin walls the winter wind blew cold against the aged wood and made a moaning sound that didnt add any comfort to the strange situation.
Hey, big fella, now you come on and wake up. Youre scarin old Gus.
Mahjtic blinked and then screamed once more. It was a piercing sound and something that Gus hadnt heard since 2006. Mahjtic was terrified.
Oh, shit, the tallest of the security men said. Should I get a call into Director Compton? he asked Gus.
Gus ignored the question, instead placing an age-spotted hand against the soft green skin of the aliens cheek. Come on, old boy. Come back to Gus, I aint goin to let nothing get ya.
Finally Mahjtic blinked. A large tear rolled from his right eye and soaked quickly into the yellow pajama top. He blinked again and then his eyes opened wide and settled on Guss craggy face.
There ya go, son. Gus is here.
The eyes of the small creature drooped as they took in his friends features. He placed its hand over the old mans.
They come, Gus.
The old mans heart froze in his chest. He knew exactly who they were. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. I thought it had something to do with those bastards.
The Moon.
Gus opened his eyes and saw that Matchstick was again staring off into space. Whats that?
The Moon.
Gus turned toward the man who had spoken earlier. Get on the radio and get Director Compton out here. Tell him to hurry.
The two men quickly left the shack and disappeared into one of the six trailers that circled the two houses.
Now, tell me whats so important about the Moon, and then well talk about those other fellas that are coming.
Mahjtic moved his eyes and looked at Gus once more. The shaking had stopped and in the dim glow of the Mickey Mouse night-light Gus could see Mahjtic trying to focus.
The Moon, Gus. The Moon-
700 MILLION YEARS AGOThe war had lasted exactly three years, two months, and twenty-one days and had ended civilization as they knew it. Never again would the voices of children at play be heard, or those of men and women expressing thoughts or feelings of love.
Now the last desperate hope of their species had dwindled to a small outpost on a moon orbiting a hostile world-a blue, volcanic planet with a shifting crust and so harsh an environment that even their enemies wouldnt want it for millions of years. The moon orbiting this explosive and angry world had once had a larger twin, and that had been where the last hope of the people had been found. Their salvation had been an ore of amazing quality and properties. It had been mined, smelted, and turned into the magical energy needed to fight the invader. This great moon, where the powerful ore had been found, was now gone. Its sudden, system-wrenching death had taken with it the hope of an entire civilization, causing a home world of red sands, green oceans, and emerald skies to be voluntarily reduced by its own people to a dead and drifting planet with all traces of life erased from its face forever, and the survivors had found that there is no honor in death-just death.
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