The Vigilante Book 1

Chapter 9

People like this aren't scared. They don't feel fear. they walk amongst mortals knowing full well that they cannot be harmed. And here I am, somewhere inbetween. I am no longer a normal person but neither am I powerful enough to fight. I haven't been taught how, but regardless I am a target, not because of power, but potential...

Would these people kill for potential...?

The alien ship crashed on the west coast of Panama. Some contained panic in nearby areas ensued as the people thought a meteor had impacted. No one was hurt and the area was quarantined for miles around. Our plane touched down after an eerily silent flight. The drive consisted of weapons being readied and tension between everyone as Jack, Dale, Cie'loth, Braxton, Myral and myself sat quietly.

The vessel had landed in the water, not far enough offshore to submerge it but enough for the sea's waves to lap armored plates of the dark blue ship.

"T-R-C scout ship," Cie'loth muttered, "Design is Krion,"

"Friendlies?" Braxton asked.

"Usually friend, other times a foe,"

"That is maddening unhelpful," Jack grumbled, as his hand spazzed at his knife sheath.

"Does it require a code to open?" Dale asked, tapping on a purple interface on the hull.

"In lock mode, crash activated it," Cie'loth explained, tapping te interfece to his claw with no avail.

"Get clear," Braxton said, obviously not in a jovial mood as he placed explosives on the hull.

The ensuing detonation warped the hull, allowing he and Cie'loth the ability to pry it open. The ship was not large, it appeared to be a short range scout with only a small dormitory and living area and a cockpit.

"What's the crew compliment of this vessel?" Myral asked as we entered the vacant dormitory.

"Three military crew," our alien compatriot informed us.

Dale signaled to flank the door to the forward compartment. He and Braxton took up positions on either side as Myral and I drew handguns. Cie'loth touched the door panel and charged inside with Dale and Braxton just behind him.

"Clear," Dale said, lowering his weapon, "They're all dead already," We entered to find a grisly scene. Two pilots looked as if the consoles had exploded on them, leaving them with severe and ultimately fatal burns. The pilots appeared to be some form of reptilian humanoid species. I looked at their expressive faces curiously as Myral inspected the third corpse on the floor across the room.

"These the Krion you mentioned?" Braxton asked.

Cie'loth nodded and gave a low grumble.

Myral suddenly gasped.

"This woman, she's alive, and she's human!"

"Human!" Dale nearly yelled, charging over.

"She's hurt badly and needs medical attention.

"Ar-," the woman muttered.

"What?" Myral asked, cradling her head.

"Are you the rescue group?" she asked weakly.

"You could say that," Myral replied, helping the much larger woman up and supporting her effortlessly.

"Need help?? Dale asked at her surprising display of strength.

"No, I'm fine," Myral replied, acting as if it were a difficult but not impossible task.

"Could they have abducted her?" Braxton asked.