The Kuiper Abnormality: Or Humanity, we are all doomed.

Chapter 6: The Colonel makes his Rounds

Just as General Nikolai Ostapenko had told him back in Russia, Lieutenant Colonel Vasili Baryshnachev landed at Dulles International Airport after a long flight from London Heathrow, which was after a flight from Sheremetyevo International Airport in Moscow. Also just as General Ostapenko had told him, a group-no, herd of representatives met him at the baggage pick-up from all the respective organizations that Ostapenko had told him of. NASA. USSTRATCOM. The USAF. The CIA. Oh, and also an official from the Russian Embassy. They all greeted him in Russian, before he told them: "Please my dear comrades, you don't have to address me in my language, I shall address you in yours,".

"Well, okay then Lieutenant Colonel Baryshnachev." The Strategic Command representative happily mumbled.

"Oh, and you can just call me Vasili, if you would please. Lieutenant Colonel Baryshnachev is my father."

"So your dad was a Colonel TOO?" The NASA representative rudely asked.

"Yes, actually. Soviet Air Force. That's why it bugs me being called my military title."

"And what branch of the Russian Military are you in, Vasili?" The Strategic Command representative politely asked like a gentleman, unlike the NASA representative.

"Uh, that's a tough question there, sir. Back in my Soviet days I was part of a Red Army special operations team. Once the Union dissolved I found myself in the Air Force. I was technically still in the Air Force when I was appointed into Roscosmos by Vladimir Putin around the winter of 2000/2001. I was ultimately discharged from the Air Force back in '05 and I ended up fully devoted to Roscosmos. So at the moment, none." Vasili smiled back at the crowd of awestruck Americans. "Now that that's clear, let's get to business. Why was I summoned to America, comrades?"

"Vasili, we'll explain more once we get to our destination. Trust me, we're not exactly sure why either. Did General Ostapenko tell you about the Korna V space probe and how we lost track of it during reentry? If not, he really should've." The CIA representative told him.

"He somewhat told me, but he did not go into much detail." He nervously smiled.

"Well that's okay, we've got a whole presentation to give you." Said the Air Force dude.

The entourage walked towards a large Hummer limousine with a large NASA Meatball on its doors and promptly boarded the vehicle. The chauffeur smiled and said "Buckle in gentlemen, this will for sure be a bumpy ride." A group of paparazzis appeared out of the blue and swarmed the strange looking vehicle banging the windows with their DSLR camera lenses and fogging up the windows with their breath.

"God damn it, " said the StratCom representative, "we'll never reach the compound on time now."

The chauffeur grinned like a school kid. "Yeah we will, we'll make it there quicker than was previously expected."

"But how?" Whined the CIA bloke. "Not with these a-holes swarming us like electrons swarm a positively charged nucleus."

"Oh, we'll see how these b*tches like 90" Said the chauffeur quoting Marty McFly from Back to theFuture. He grinned a creepy looking smile that stretched from ear to ear. He then slammed on the pedal harder than a man at a carnival would slam a hammer at one of those strength test games.

The G-forces kicked in, pinning the men to their seats right as a journalist was sucked over the hood and windshield, over the roof before finally being thrown off and landing on a car behind them so hard, that he windshield shattered, and a deep dent was left right in dead center over the engine block. Ouch. The other papparazzis were also knocked down, but none of them had the the misfortune of that poor bloke.