Return of Gerlad's Legacy

Chapter 29: Converging Forces

Jacque De Peue hated the aliens. Even a man of his fifties couldn't escape the misery that followed them. They had ruined his job, his home, taken his youngest son in combat, his elder son in St. Petersburg when they went to help the Russians and his wife when she went across the Channel. His entire stock of newly caught fish that he had caught himself had been lost in a fire. Unfortunately for the beast that started it, he had a Colt-89 on his side.

That's why he was more than eager to help the figure before him. A cloaked Anthro had come to De Peue with a proposition. He had said that he was Special Forces and needed to get out to the island out in the Atlantic. De Peue didn't ask any questions why nor about the sword on the shrouded Anthro's back. All he wanted was justice to be served on the monsters that had ruined life.

He was a bit concerned when the Anthro had told him where exactly they were going. He had stories about this place from men in the French Royal Navy that he had been in his younger years. But now this place was the Enemies' headquarters. The Anthro showed no fear. He seemed, in a rather unproven way, rather eager. He scoffed at the Jacque's apprehension. Well, this old man was never one to stand down from a challenge.

The old fisherman's schooner was soon on the high seas again.

Mr. De Peue still didn't know the name of his passenger. That didn't bother the passenger though. Shadow just stood on the prow the ship. He had chosen the old fishermen for this because coming on a full military assault of this new fortress would be impossible. For one, they knew virtually nothing about the defenses. Umbra had gotten around to disabling all the spy satellites. Secondly, the old man was just as eager for blood as Shadow was. Shadow needed someone who was willing to help yet was subtle enough. This boat was so quiet that the Black Arms wouldn't here it and it was so relatively small that their radar wouldn't be able to pick it up. It also didn't hurt that this old man was a war veteran. Unfortunately for Shadow, his French was still a little rusty and France was the closest country to the island. Thankfully the man knew perfect English and could speak it without his native accent.

Shadow still was not careless to let the man know his identity. He had dressed for the occasion, so to speak. His cloak covered the black vest with all the ammo he would need. Four of his S-32s were at his side tied to the two belts that he wore and his black cargo pants hand enough explosives to bring down the Great Wall. Now all he had to do was kill the Devil himself and blow up a veritable Key to a Very Alien Hell.

The boat landed on the sand with silence. Shadow helped De Peue unload the larger bomb that they had loaded onto the small boat. They hid it behind a small out cropping of rock. This bomb was only a distraction. A very, VERY big distraction that Shadow could use to move most of the forces away from the Eclipse Ray. Once the arms were away he could use the C-4 to remove the Ray from the face of the Earth.

Jacque tied his boat to anchor. He knew he might not get back on it. That didn't worry him. He would meet back up with Death as an old friend. Even if Death took him home, he would be able to see his family again. Besides, this old Frenchmen would take some damn lizards with him.

Although, he was beginning to wonder about his comrade in arms. The Anthro had yet remove his hoot and Jacque didn't even know his acquaintance's name. How did he know if there weren't aliens that could speak French and English? If they could master the technique of space travel, shouldn't they be able to learn a Earth language?

Jacque put these questions from his mind. He may not have proof but he knew that this figure was of this Earth. He just knew this sort of thing.