The Depths - Part 5

    The Pentagon, Earth

   “When did this report come in?” General Hammond asked sharply, appearing alarmed. 

   “A few minutes ago. We've been able to establish Odyssey's general location, but the region of space they're in is making an exact trace impossible. We've never seen space behave anything like this before.”

    The Voyager was en route to the Odyssey and was scheduled to pick up a Shadow team before arriving. What the heck is going on out there? Hammon silently asked himself. He had a mission report due to the secretary of the space force by the end of the day. 

    This was going to be interesting... Then again, maybe this was a step in the right direction? He had an idea. 

    “Thank you, Lieutenant. Dismissed.” Hammon said, returning a salute from the Lieutenant and then watched as the Lieutenant turned about-face and then walked out of the room. Hammond's office doors closed. 

    Shadow Training Facility, Earth

    Alpha stacked up along both sides of the door that was estimated to be their best entry point. The team held their rifles at low-ready, rifle safeties switched off. The team's primary sniper was perched four hundred yards south of the entry team. Because the exercise was at night, he used a dynamic scope capable of alternating between night vision and thermal vision. The scope's targeting crosswires were thin and precise, and he appreciated the comparably designed measurements he could see in the scope to better help him do his job if he found himself having to open fire. The spotter gave him the necessary windage readings for him to adjust if needed-be. 

    The radio clicked, “One to twelve, see anything?” Alpha One asked. 

    The sniper activated his radio. “Negative, One. You are clear for entry, over.”

    “Copy. All Alpha entry elements, on me. Standby for phase one.” He commanded. With that, the entry team raised their rifles as if ready to fire. 

    “Cut the power.” Alpha Two commanded. 

    The lights blinked out. Alpha Twelve kept scanning the windows and the rooftops. 

    Alpha One got on the radio, “Three. Two. One. Execute-execute-execute.”

    In a fraction of a second, Alpha Three squeezed the detonator trigger. The door exploded into dust as the entry team entered like a violent flood—

    *****

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