2025-08-31 07:31:44Hamilton drove slowly into the compound, the roar of the engine echoing off walls hidden by trees and branches. Amanda clutched Emily’s hand, while the girl still clung to Brad, who was barely breathing.
At the far end, under the shadows lit by floodlights, Reynolds appeared. His bearing was the same as always: uniform immaculate, the cold, calculating gaze of a man who was always three steps ahead. When he saw the vehicle stop, he advanced with firm steps, flanked by two armed soldiers moving like his bodyguards.
“Hamilton,” Reynolds said in a grave tone as soon as the SUV door opened. “I’m glad you made it. But there’s no time to lose. I need you in the air immediately.”
Mike clenched his jaw and stepped out of the vehicle, standing squarely before his superior without lowering his gaze.
How could this man not give him a moment of peace, even when he had a gravely injured boy with him?
Reynolds frowned, his jaw tightening. The soldiers at his side shifted uncomfortably at Hamilton’s open defiance—no one dared to challenge Reynolds. Amanda stepped out too, standing next to her husband as if her presence alone could reinforce his stand.
“Mike…” Reynolds’ voice dropped lower, almost paternal, though his eyes stayed hard. “What’s happening out there won’t wait. I need eyes in the sky, pilots who know what they’re doing. And you’re the best of them, even at your age.”
“What that boy needs is a doctor.” Mike didn’t budge, his tone sharp and resolute. “And until he has one, I’m not getting on that plane. You decide.”
A heavy silence settled. Emily sobbed quietly in the back seat, stroking Brad’s forehead. Reynolds glanced at her, then back to Mike. Finally, he exhaled, resigned.
“Fine,” he growled, raising a hand to the soldiers. “Bring the medical team—now! Stabilize him and keep him under monitoring until he’s fully recovered.”
One of the soldiers bolted toward a metal door of the facility. Within minutes, two military medics rushed over with packs of supplies. Amanda guided them to the SUV’s rear, stepping aside quickly.
Emily, tears in her eyes, pleaded:
She then collapsed into her mother’s arms, unwilling to rest until Brad was back to himself.
The medics worked swiftly—setting up portable oxygen, checking vitals, preparing an IV. They tore open his shirt to assess the wound’s severity. One medic nodded, seeing there was still hope.
Reynolds folded his arms and leaned toward Mike, speaking low enough for only him to hear.
So the threat wasn’t confined to the ground—these beings intended to rule the skies as well?
Mike gave him a sidelong look, the weight of choice pressing down hard.
Reynolds nodded slowly, a glint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.
Though Reynolds was his commanding officer, Hamilton knew how to handle him. They were not friends, but Mike had long since learned how to push back without crossing the line to insubordination. Fear wasn’t what guided him—it was principle.
At that moment, one of the medics called from the back of the SUV:
Emily hugged Brad tightly, that sliver of hope washing over her. Amanda breathed deeply in relief, while Mike’s eyes locked with Reynolds’.
The commander’s lips curved into a hard smile.
Mike clenched his fists, knowing the true hell was just about to begin.
He kissed Amanda as though that kiss alone might guarantee his survival. He hugged Emily, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as he had when she was a child. Before leaving, his eyes lingered on Brad, unconscious now, his head still in Emily’s lap, sedated heavily so the medics could treat him without pain.
“Get well soon, Brad,” Mike whispered.
Then he left with Reynolds. The pilot followed his commander to an improvised control base, far from the other active areas of the airfield.
“Lewis, give us the report,” Reynolds barked at the soldier monitoring the control station, which tracked aircraft and pilot movements.
As if expecting it, the African-American soldier grabbed a cardboard folder from his desk and handed it over. Reynolds flipped it open, showing it to Hamilton, who stood at his side, alert to every detail.
“These are the coordinates. Heavy alien activity has been detected there. We need to know what they’re planning, and you’re the one who’ll find out. But don’t worry—you won’t be going alone. I’ll assign you a partner for this mission.” Reynolds tapped a finger at two thick red lines forming a triangle, marking a precise location near the sea—far from where they currently were.
“What? A partner? Who? Sir, you know damn well I don’t need one. Never have. Why now?” Mike protested. He disliked the idea instantly.
His eyes lingered on the map.
The coordinates were clear as day. How could Reynolds be so blind? Any teenager with a phone could recognize that place instantly.
Reynolds shoved the folder into Mike’s hands, wishing him luck. He instructed him to wait—he’d fetch his assigned partner because it was time to launch.
Once Reynolds was gone, Lewis swiveled in his chair, fixing Mike with a grave look. There was something he wanted to say before Reynolds returned.
“What is it?” Mike asked, a knot twisting in his chest. His instincts screamed not to go on this mission, but what choice did he have?
Lewis hesitated, eyes weighted with worry, then took a deep breath.
“The coordinates point to…” He paused, gathering courage. Then he let it out. “They point to the Bermuda Triangle.”
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32 — Arena of Blue Fire
The blue fire churned like an ignited ocean as it met Mike’s silhouette. For a moment, the pilot felt as if his entire body were being torn into thousands of fragments and hurled through an endless tunnel. Then, suddenly, he found himself standing in the center of the arena.The place seemed built outside of time: columns of energy rose into the void, and beneath his feet the surface shimmered with ancient symbols that lit up with each breath. Above him, thousands of creatures watched from floating stands, roaring and howling, demanding blood.The Alpha appeared on the other side of the circle, walking with the calm of one who knows victory already belongs to him. With every step, his living armor contracted and expanded as if it were breathing with him. In his hand, the energy spear burned like a captured lightning bolt.Mike had no weapons. Then he felt it. The same power that had saved him in the Bermuda Triangle awoke in his chest. His veins blazed with a bluish glow, and the air
31 — Threat of Power
Mike looked at his family, but they remained silent, staring at him as if they were waiting for the answer only he could give.The pilot had no other choice but to accept. If the man on the skateboard was telling the truth, then there was no reason to refuse his help. On the contrary, it was better to take it, since he had no idea what exactly awaited inside that place, nor what kind of expertise he might need.“Yes, we accept. Go ahead, guide us to rescue our son so we can get out of here.”The man on the skateboard said nothing. With a small tap of his foot, the device descended smoothly to the ground and, once it landed, it simply powered off. He removed his helmet, and Mike was stunned to see his face—he recognized him instantly. It was the freak, the very coworker who had made his life a living hell before this entire apocalypse began.The freak had changed too much.He was no longer that weak kid who let everyone beat him up. Now, he was a brawny man, radiating an inexplicable b
30 — The Gatekeeper of the Unknown
The Hamilton family climbed down from the ship when its engines finally shut off.Mike asked to be the first to get out, then let the others follow, since he wanted to make sure everything was in order outside the ship and thus avoid any unexpected mishaps.Mike scanned the area like an eagle perching on the highest branch of a tree to ensure that everything was in absolute order. When he confirmed it was safe, Hamilton signaled to his family, and one by one they carefully disembarked, keeping their eyes fixed on the place that lay before them.Stanford suggested they walk together as a small group, with Mike and him leading; Emily and her mother agreed, taking refuge behind the men who accompanied them in the rescue of little Matías, who they believed had been kidnapped and was supposed to be there.Little by little, they approached the large metal door that awaited them and would allow them to enter.Mike had a bad feeling about it; his skin went cold with goosebumps, making him dou
29 — Heading into Hell in Sector X-13
The house breathed again, but it was not a calm that brought peace; it was the calm before the storm. Mike rose with effort, every muscle aching, but determination gleamed in his eyes like a weapon ready to strike. There was no time for regrets, no time for words that could further break what was not yet shattered.Stanford placed his hands firmly on the table and unfolded a small parchment map he always carried with him—since the invasion, one never knew when a map would be needed, and now was the right moment to use it. On the screen appeared maps, coordinates, and a red trajectory. The device flickered, restrained and solemn like its owner.“I have the exact coordinates,” he said. “Sector X-13 isn’t marked on any commercial map, but there are access routes. It lies in restricted territory, protected by cloaking and defense networks. If we go, we must be quick and silent.”Amanda, her eyes still swollen, entered the room. She walked unsteadily until she stood before Mike. Her voice,
28 — The Revelation of Sector X-13
Emily opened her mouth to begin, but she barely spoke the first words before Mike cut her off, raising his hand abruptly.“Don’t continue,” he said, his voice rough and his eyes burning with contained fury. “I don’t want to hear it… I don’t want to… I don’t need any more details about what that bastard did to you…”His breathing grew heavy, as if each inhalation carried tons of anger and pain. Amanda tried to approach, but she stepped back when she felt the energy beginning to emanate from her husband. It was as if the air itself vibrated around him, charged with an invisible electricity that made the windowpanes tremble.“Mike…” Stanford whispered, in a warning tone, hoping his father-in-law would hold his temper—because although he understood perfectly that Mike wanted to explode with rage, this was not the time to do it, or things would end very badly for them.But it was already too late. The magic in Hamilton’s veins woke like a beast that had been caged for too long. His pupils
27 — A Truth Burning in the Shadows
The silence that settled in the living room was suffocating. The only sounds were Amanda’s and Emily’s ragged breaths, mixed with the insistent ticking of the wall clock which, surprisingly, was still working normally—and would only stop once its batteries finally ran out.No one dared to speak; they were all trapped by the same question that was devouring them from the inside: where was Matías?Mike buried his hands in his head, pressing his fists against his temples as if he wanted to rip out the pain drilling through him. The vision of the emerald light devouring his son played again and again in his mind, like a punishment he couldn’t escape.“They took him…” he muttered, his voice hoarse, almost inaudible. “And I… I couldn’t do anything.”Amanda, her eyes swollen from so much crying, gripped his hand tightly.“Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. That thing caught all of us by surprise. If we had known about it before…”Emily, however, was trembling. Her lips barely moved as she
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