A sudden flapping of wings was the only sound in the isolated pre dawn desert sky as tiny
night creatures hurried along making their way back to the dark recesses of a nearby cave.
Their fast approach turned into a frenzied rush as the first rays of light began snaking ove r
the painted mountains. Blending into the valley hills the opening was but a s mall darkness
in the rock and indistinguishable from the hundreds of other rocky shadows in the area.
But for these denize ns it was a place to hide; nothing s pectacular except for the series of
long, dark tunnels that extended for miles in all directions.
Another dry, uneventful day loome d ahead for the desert town of Horton, New Mexico.
Horton was much like any other s mall town across America; homes with white picket
fences, green parks with gaze bos, high steeple churches, Sunday afternoon concerts, picnics
on the 4th of July, and Christmas carolers during the holidays. A perfect little community,
a town that was 100 miles from its nearest neighbor; a positive feature, since it also housed
a top secret governme nt installation two hundred-thirty feet underground.
The massive installation housed 189 special agents whose only purpose was to pour over
data relayed from overhead satellites. The super secret facility, whose main function was to
observe and defuse any threat to the country, was the step child of, and run by, General
Robert Byrd. To say that the general was a super patriot was an understatement. He
believed the country had to remain vigilant against threats to their way of life; be they
nuclear or biological. 'We must be prepared to take drastic steps to stop any attack against
our country,' was his foremost belief. He was joined in his beliefs by his second in
command, Lt. Colonel George Stanton.
Stanton saw to it that his men we re the fittest and the most prepared in the military. He
had the latest technology at his fingertips; the most delicate scanne rs and cameras, and an
A.I. compute r that took in all the information and spit out any viable scenarios. His strike
teams were on alert 24/7. In the seven years that he had run the 'Talon' squad, they had
put down no less than 22 atte mpts of mass chaos against the country. Each had ended the
same way-- no survivors. But even in this era of technological advances there was always a
chance that someone a little smarter, someone a little sneakier, would slip thru the net.
And there was always a chance that circumstances wo uld cause failure. And so, on a sunny
summe r day in July, it happened; by the time the group spotted their oversight, it was too
At the same time, across the country, a discovery of dangerous proportions was made in a
'supe r' lab. A substance, accidentally created, proved to be too deadly to handle. It was
decided that it would be best if it was separated and it and it's counte rpart loaded onto two
specially equipped tankers and taken to a secret storage site. Once there each tanker
would be coated with a silicone substance that in fact would seal the m tight. They would
then be sealed again, this time in lead, and whe n the lead hardened and set, they would be
moved five hundred feet below ground and e ntombed in a cement bunker. So in the pre-
da wn darkness, the two tankers moved out and began their 2 day journey of anonymity.
Spotte r choppers would follow at a discreet distance all the way to their destination.