Macy, a waitress at a local diner, works a normal 9 to 5 shift each day, doing the usual mundane things until one fateful day when a group of Army personnel enter the diner. From there she is caught up in a whirlwind of out of this world drama. Lear...
(A/N: the word DOS in reference to a doctor is on purpose. Hope you enjoy the chapter!)
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With Melody still unconscious on the floor of the control room, I opened the bay door after landing. Flying a UFO wasn't so bad. It was actually pretty easy. On approach to my docking spot, I saw the two soldiers who had tried to keep me from leaving, with their arms crossed over their chests and a stern expression on their face. I had to stifle a giggle when the door was completely open, because they looked beyond pissed and I thought it was hilarious.
"I got a package for you guys," I said with a cocky smile.
They looked past me and saw the Melody package, then motioned for two other soldiers to grab her. As I went to walk past them, to the center entrance of the ship, the first set of soldiers, who were with Sophia when I took off, each grabbed one of my arms. I was taken aback by this apprehension and tried to jerk my arm away from them.
"Unhand me now!" I barked fiercely at them.
I saw their plain expressions on their faces and then the darker skinned soldier looked down to me.
"We have orders to take you to a secure room." His voice was monotone.
"Whose orders?" I shouted. "I order you to let me go!" I shouted once neither of them answered my first question. I continued to struggle against their strong grip as they pulled and led me deep inside the Tri-pan Three. "Why are you doing this?" I continued to yell and fight. "I said, let me go."
With gritted teeth, I fought their hold on me. I didn't understand why they weren't even listening to me, why they were treating me like this, and why wouldn't they tell me anything? We walked several long corridors, went up two separate elevators, and then two more corridors before they shoved me into a small, brightly lit, white room. As they shut the door on me, I ran to try and catch it to force my way out, but I wasn't fast enough. I pounded my fist on the door while screaming foul language at the two soldiers who had just man-handled me.
The room looked like a simple cell. It had a cot built into the wall of the room, a desk and chair in the middle of the room, a sink and mirror, and a tiny closet restroom. The room was so white, it was bright, and I looked for a switch to either dim the light or turn it off but didn't find any.
I sat on the edge of the cot and tried to think of what just happened. I gasped when I thought, just maybe, that the Tesh somehow found out we were coming and planned to take over the ship while we were trying to take over the Colorado Base. My heart pounded with fear at the thought. But then that didn't make much sense to me that my own soldiers would listen to them unless they were traitors.
My mind was a jumbled mess while trying to think of why I was being held like a prisoner. I huffed, anger rising again, and walked back over to the door. I pounded against the door again and again then, I began to yell out obscenities. Someone was bound to hear me and want to shut me up, and then maybe I could get some answers.
