In the hospital delivery room, a man standing 6’0 and athletically built was with his wife, who was giving birth. The pregnancy was full-term.

The doctor checked in on them and read the readouts. "Good, you're almost dilated. I’ll have the nurse come in with the anesthesiologist; they'll get your epidural done”. He left and closed the door behind him.

"Well, honey, soon we will be parents,” he told her while holding her hands.

She looked at him, and pain erupted around her abdominal area. She squeezed the life out of her husband’s hand, and he let out a welp. The vibration of a nearby phone began to hum around the hospital room.

“Fuck, I thought I told Alice not to call me”? He let go of his wife’s hand and answered the phone, "Yes, hello, ok, understood”. He hung up and grabbed his suit jacket.

“You’re leaving”? She said it angrily.

“There was an object that came into our solar system”, he explained. “It landed and sent out a message; they haven’t left or made any plans to contact us”. He turned around and said, “So either they were told not to come or they have yet to make any contact; I don’t think they come this way just to start a fight”. He left just as soon as the medical staff entered with the epidural.

He half-ran to the minivan and started the old thing up. The ignition coil started the engine on the first turn. He placed the van in reverse, then drove straight to a vacuum shop. He pulled the car around the back and walked to the back door. The light switch on the right side flipped open, and he bent over the scanner, scanned his right eye, and the door opened. The hallway was a bluish white. The floor was a black and white checkered pattern. The hallway was ten feet long, with a door in the middle. He walked in, the door automatically closed, and the lights were red. He continued walking to the door. Next to it was a speaker. He leaned forward and spoke into it “Colonel John Mayborn”. The lights went green the door opened, and he began to climb down the steps. The stairs themselves led him about twenty feet. He stood at the only door.

Inside the room, a trove of people, all dressed in government suits, scrambled to catch up to their bosses. He saw his head and walked to him.

"Smith, over here, we have an assignment for you”. He handed Smith the assignment. “I know your son is at the hospital being born; don’t worry, we have your Linda looking in on Sara. To be honest, Linda Sculls went into labor as well, so it works out’. He sighed, and they walked into his office. Both smiths sat in chairs. “You saw the video right; you should have what we do when we start here. Anyway, the brass thinks they are coming back to finish the job; what are your thoughts”.

Smith said, “I don’t think it is what we feared; I think it might be worse. First, look how big this species has grown. I don't think they would be able to manage us; two, if they do come, we are better prepared than we were in World War Two; three, if we do rise up, what do you think would happen?".

"Hmmm, yes, I do believe that it could come to that, and if it does, then we won’t be able to save everyone,” his boss finished.

Smith got up, went to his office, and read the file. It said that he was to go to South America and retrieve an inscription from an Incan temple. The inscription was about an alien visit.

He sat back and slumped in his seat. He got up and organized the papers back into the folder. He tucked them under his armpits and went to the armorer. He ordered two P320s with ammo and nothing else.

The armorer gave him a ticket and told him not to lose it. He continued to write another order, and the printer filled with papers. He took them and had him sign his signature and initials.

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“When you arrive in the country, go to lockers 223 and 220. Here are the keys, and remember to clean and dispose of them properly”. She slides the shutter closed, and he wakes back at the front entrance.

Back in his car, he drove to the airport and walked to the ticket agent. He purchased a one-way ticket and paid in cash. He went through security and boarded the plane. The next several hours, he rested and brushed up on his Portuguese.

…

The plane landed in the city of Rio de Janeiro; the walk to the locked door, the old armorer had told him, was full of ammo and the two pistols. He placed them in his bag and walked out to the taxis. In his best Portuguese, “Você pode me levar para o hotel”. Which meant, Can you take me to the hotel?

The taxi driver just shook his head and said, “Sure thing, my friend, but might I suggest you work on your Portuguese" In an Arabic accent. “What is wrong, my friend? You did not expect me to speak in English, I guess, hahaha”. He laughed.

"Yeah, something like that”? He said, “So about that hotel”?

The taxi driver just continued to laugh as he drove the taxi to the cheapest hotel he could find. It lived up to the promise; it was the cheapest yet most crime-infested hotel he could find. A Latina woman stood on the corner of the hotel in a small, tight dress in pink. She looked at John with a seductive glance and quickly looked away. She was good, he thought. He took the luggage from the back of the cab and walked to the girl.

"So, Papa, what do you like”? She took a finger, placed it in his chest, and pulled it down to his manhood. She began to massage his pecker, and it began to get stiff. “So do you want me to come with? I have enough for you to handle if you have the cash”?

“Meet by the elevators, and I’ll get us a room”. He ordered her around. “And you can start by calling me Daddy”. He smacked her ass with the force to leave a mark.

She hissed as they walked to the entrance. She did as he said, and he went to the front. He paid for a week and got the key to their room. They went two floors up to the third floor and exited the elevator to walk fifty feet to their door. He unlocked the door, and they went in. He dropped the bags to the floor and began to shove his tongue into her mouth. He took his hands and began to explore underneath her tight-fitting dress. His hand tore the dress in half and he saw that she had no underwear on.

He placed a hand on top of her head and pushed her head down to his junk. She unzipped his pants and performed oral, and his thoughts exploded for what seemed like an eternity. He picked her up and slapped her ass, bent her over the bed, and roughly had his way with her. He exploded inside of her. She fell to the bed, and he fell right beside her.

"Oops, I forgot to wear a condom”. He sheepishly said

“You son of bitch, my man is going to find out about this”. She said angrily, "Oh, he’s going to kick your ass punk ass bitch”. Before she could slap him, he reared back, and she was sent to the floor.

The door burst open, and John grabbed the gun that was right next to him. He never placed more than three inches from him. He pointed the gun at her and fired one shot, then pointed it at the skinny punk and fired two shots that both landed in his gut.

He fell to the ground and screamed. John walked to him, pointed the gun at his forehead, and fired. The back of his head exploded with brain matter and blood. The girl was still kind of breathing, so he pointed the gun at her chest and fired a shot. She stopped breathing and slumped over. He sighed and looked at his clock. He grabbed the bag of guns and his passport. The suit cases were placed on the bed; he opened them and took the remote detonator. He activated the two suitcases and wired them together. He closed the door, flagged down another taxi, and left for the jungle. He determined he was a safe distance away, and then the hotel was a massive fireball screaming up to the ski. The explosion caused several casualties and thirteen other small fires.

The cab drove for what seemed like two hours, and they finally got to the exact place the coordinates said. He laid the taxi down, and he left. For the next several hours, he would find ruins and rubble scattered throughout the jungle. He would eventually come across an entrance to a cave, and the thing was swallowing all manner of light. So he took his flashlight, sucked it up, and faced whatever lay inside.

John was secretly sneaking into an ancient temple. He had found a secret entrance that was being unprotected. As he entered, he came to a blackened hallway. The footsteps were echoing through the stone. He was looking a bit confused and just kept going with the flash light in hand, but the light had died when he was preparing to enter. He used the dead flash light to help him through the darkness. Walking for an hour, he came to a carving that had a temple on the bottom with Incan inscriptions around the temple. On top, you could clearly see two tall men in what appeared to be a UAP. He shook his head and laughed. UAP, why the hell did they change the letters? It was so much better when it was an UFO. He shook his head and dismissed the thought.

While inspecting the stone artwork, he noticed a series of repeating glyphs. He pushed them, and they began to glow. He looked at the glyphs, which glowed rapidly, and with a loud hiss, a room opened up, and his face went white. He entered and began to take notes, and the flashes of a camera began. He saw skeletons mounted to one side and a great big lizard who towered over John. The lizard was eight feet tall and had a brown and green tint to its reptilian skin. Its massive arms had chunks missing. The body looked like it had died, like two days ago. He took pictures and then went to the closet wall to the door and planted C-4 explosives. He managed to find the way, and when he was safe enough from the blast radius, he detonated the explosive.

A huge fireball expanded towards the sky, lighting up the jungle like the Fourth of July. Screaming could be heard in the distance, and John ran for the cab that had been waiting to take him back to the airport.