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by Alex Haitz
Time is like the wind; it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.
-Dion Boucicault
-William Faulkner
Prologue
(Day 0, Evening)
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John and Hugh were standing outside of the HQ Tent
of their encampment. The encampment consisted of
about 20 tents tucked away in a valley in the desert
on the outskirts of town.
They were hidden in the perfect spot. They could
climb up the hill concealing them from the city and
monitor the open desert plane to see if anyone was
approaching the camp. They were in such a
secluded area of the desert that the chances of any
random person stumbling on their camp were below
miniscule. Although the camp was hidden deep in
the desert, they were still close enough to the city
that they could reach it in under an hour. It was the
perfect hideout.
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though they were out in the desert, surrounded by
20 miles of open wasteland, they weren’t going to
take any chances. The plan had to be absolutely
perfect. There was no room for mistakes.
“Did you clear your head?” asked the man in the 4th
chair.
“Yes,” Hugh responded.
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“Are you thinking straight now? Can we give you
your briefing?”
“Yes.”
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Hugh looked back up at The Administration and
smiled. “Of course I’ll do it. I’d be glad too.” The man
smiled back and said, “That’s what I was hoping to
hear.” He stood up and shook Hugh’s hand. “You will
be driven to the house in the morning,” he said.
“Once there, ‘The Item’ will be in one of the rooms
upstairs. Just keep it safe until another member
arrives to collect it. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.”
Hugh responded. “Great,” the man said, “now get
back to your tent and get some sleep.”
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Hugh nodded. “Thank you for informing me. I’ll keep
an eye out.”
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Little did he know, however, that tomorrow he would
be seeing the stars from a new perspective. Up close
and personal.
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Chapter 1: An
Offer
(Day 0, Morning)
Desmond walked through the rotating glass doors of
the Tyrexx building with a slight amount of anxiety.
Although in need of money, he wasn’t sure if he was
up for whatever his contact would assign him. He
decided to just brush off his worries and take
whatever he needed to do. He walked across the
fairly large and semi-busy foyer to the desk.
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computer. “Do you happen to know his first name,
sir?” “Oh yea,” Desmond said, looking at his note
again, “it’s uhh, Raymond. I actually have an
appointment with him for 11:30.” She typed some
more. “Oh, Desmond?” she asked. “Yep,” he replied,
“That’s me.” “Ok…he’s on the 11th floor, room
1142,” she said. Desmond smiled. “Thank you,” he
said.
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But, before he knew it, the number “11” dinged on
the display, causing the doors to slide open,
revealing a neatly dressed man.
“Desmond?” he said.
“Yes?” Desmond replied.
“You are Desmond?” the man asked.
“Yes, I am,” he replied.
“Great,” the man said, “come with me.”
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The man stopped at a door about halfway down the
hallway. The door read “Raymond Glass – 1142”.
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Mr. Glass sat down in his chair behind his desk.
“Have a seat,” he said. Desmond sat down in one of
the two chairs in front of the desk. The fancy,
wingback leather chair was one of the most
comfortable chairs he had ever sat in. This helped
him relax slightly and take his mind off of his
troubling thoughts.
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Mr. Glass stood up from his chair and began to walk
to the bar. “Before I begin, I’d like to have a drink.
You want anything?”
“No,” Desmond said, “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” said Mr. Glass, “I have just about
everything here. Any drink you could possibly
imagine. Come on, it’ll take a load off. Calm you
down.
“Well…” Desmond said, “I suppose I’ll have
something.”
“Great,” Mr. Glass said, “what’ll you have?”
“Surprise me,” Desmond replied.
“Aha!” said Mr. Glass, “Adventurous. I like it. Keep
up a mindset like that and this job will be a breeze.”
“Well that’s good to hear,” Desmond said, “Oh and
by the way, don’t make it too strong. Not much of a
drinker.”
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said Mr. Glass, but then shook his head, “Anyway, to
business.”
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He walked back to his desk and opened a drawer.
After reaching inside, he pulled out a handgun.
Desmond fidgeted slightly in his chair.
Ray noticed this, smiled, and said, “Don’t worry. It’s
not loaded.”
He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a
box of ammunition. He set it next to the gun and sat
back down in his chair, grabbing his drink and
bringing it to his mouth for another sip.
“This is your protection,” he said, “Have you ever
used a gun before?”
“No,” Desmond said, “I haven’t. But it can’t be that
hard, right?”
“Not at all,” Ray said, “just push this button here.”
He pressed a button on the side of the gun and the
clip fell out of the bottom. “Load the clip.” He placed
a single bullet in the clip. “Replace the clip.” He
shoved the clip back into gun. “…and then simply
pull the trigger.”
“Ok,” said Desmond, “that’s pretty easy.”
Ray removed the clip and the bullet from the gun.
“Now, this gun isn’t registered,” he said, “So don’t
get caught with it or you’ll be in trouble.”
He reassembled the gun and gave it to Desmond
along with the ammunition.
“So,” Desmond said, “what does this ‘item’ look
like?”
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“Truth be told,” said Ray, “we have no idea. All we
know is that it’s in one of the bedrooms upstairs.”
“How could you know where it is but not what it
looks like?” said Desmond.
“I honestly don’t know,” said Ray. “I get my
information and orders from a higher power than
myself.”
“So you’re not in charge?” Desmond said.
“I am in charge of selecting someone for this job,”
said Ray. “But I am not in charge of this whole
ordeal.”
“Ordeal?” said Desmond. “How big is this thing?”
“Big enough to be important to this whole country,”
said Ray. “Possibly even the entire planet.”
Desmond leaned back in his chair, dumbstruck. “You
can’t be serious, can you? Just getting an item from
a house is important to the whole planet?”
“I am completely serious,” said Ray.
“Why aren’t the police doing anything about this
then? Or the even the government for that matter?”
said Desmond.
“Because we can’t afford to mess this up. Only us
people on the inside are the ones who know about
this. Even then, there are only 5 people among us
who know about this item, including us 2 in this very
room.”
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“I see,” said Desmond, “So, what’s so special about
this item that it could threaten the whole planet?”
“Honestly,” Ray said, “We don’t know. All we know is
that there is an underground community of sorts
that want to use it for whatever their goals are. We
think they are some sort of anarchists or something
similar. Anyway, whoever they are, they want to use
the item to accomplish what they believe is best for
the planet. But trust me, whatever they are going to
do will most certainly NOT be best for the planet.
Chances are it will utterly destroy it.”
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Desmond said, “For $10,000, this’ll be a breeze.”
“Great,” Ray said, handing him the piece of paper,
“But remember, don’t go anywhere near there until I
call you tomorrow. We can’t mess this up.”
“Gotcha,” said Desmond, standing up.
Ray also stood up and walked Desmond to the door.
“So remember, I’ll call you and tell you when to go,
ok? And also, if anyone is there, don’t kill them, just
injure them. We aren’t murderers.”
“Right,” said Desmond, opening up the door. The
man who had brought Desmond to the office was
waiting outside.
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“Not really,” said John, “But I’ve got to go now. They
are expecting me back at camp.”
“Alright,” said Ray as John opened the door and
walked out, “Good luck.”
Chapter 2:
Arrival
(Day 1, Morning)
Hugh was awoken by the sound of a Jeep engine
outside of his tent.
“Time to go,” a voice said.
Hugh opened his eyes to see John holding open the
tent flap and peering in. “Ok,” Hugh said, “Just let
me get dressed first.”
John let down the tent flap as Hugh got out of bed
and began to get dressed. Outside, John checked his
watch.
9:02
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minutes, Hugh emerged from his tent. “Alright,” he
said, “let’s go.”
Hugh and John got into the Jeep which was being
driven by another person. “Ok,” John said to the
driver, “let’s get out of here.” The man stepped on
the accelerator and the Jeep roared out of the camp.
The dust flew into the air and obscured their view of
the camp, which was soon out of sight.
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keep everything normal. No suspicious activity. I
don’t know.” The Jeep sped down the dirt road and
neared a paved street.
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The Jeep had parked outside of a house at the end of
a cul-de-sac. “So,” said Hugh, getting out of the Jeep
along with John, “This is it?” “Yep,” John said, “The
‘item’ is just inside.” “Alright,” Hugh replied, “Well, I
guess I can take it from here.” He walked up to John
and shook his hand. “I guess I’ll see you in a few
days,” said John. “Ok,” Hugh replied, walking
towards the house, “See you later. As Hugh
approached the door, John got back into the Jeep. “I
hope he finds the key…” thought John. The vehicle
accelerated and sped back off down the street as
Hugh entered the house.
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phone began to ring. Thinking it was Ray, he pulled
his phone out of his pocket. It was Rose.
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anything. I can’t seem to make any progress,” he
said, staring at the ceiling.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Desmond.”
“Hi. Is it time for me to go?”
“Yes, as soon as possible. I think they are sending
the guard to the house today. I’m not sure how soon
he will be there however so the sooner the better,
ok?”
“Alright, I’m on my way.”
“Ok, great. And remember, if he’s there, no fatal
wounds. We don’t want to kill anyone.”
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“Of course. Oh, and by the way, what should I do
once I have the item? Should I take it home or bring
it to you right away?”
“I think bringing it here to my office will be best. In
case anyone follows you, we don’t want them to
know where you live. This building, however, has
many people working here. They won’t know who
you’re bringing it to. It’ll be safer here.”
“Ok, good. And one more thing, do you know where
in the house the item is?”
“Oh, right. It’s in a bedroom upstairs on a bedside
dresser. That’s all we know. Do you think that’s
sufficient information?”
“Yea, that’s fine. I’ll be able to find it. Well, I had
better get going. See you soon.”
“Alright. Good luck, Desmond.”
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Shifting gears, Desmond headed down the street.
Trying to remember were the nearest gas station
was, he took about 2 extra minutes before he found
one relatively close to the location of the house.
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Once in the correct subdivision, Desmond made sure
park a street away from the house, just in case.
Walking down the street and around the corner, he
saw the house at the end of a cul-de-sac. There
didn’t appear to be any cars near the house.
Deciding to not waste any time, he ran down the
street as fast as he could.
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Opening the door, Desmond entered the house, gun
in hand, right as the Jeep rounded the corner down
the street.
Chapter 3:
Anomaly
(Day 1, Morning)
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Opening a cupboard, he grabbed a glass and filled it
with water. After draining the glass, he decided to
head upstairs and check out the item. Walking
through the kitchen and entryway, he walked up the
stairs to the second level.
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Desmond reached the second level just as he heard
the door close downstairs. Rounding the corner, gun
ready just in case, he saw the door that led to the
bedroom with the ‘item’ in it. Only, it didn’t lead to
the bedroom. It didn’t lead to anywhere on earth.
Setting his gun down on a shelf near the stairs, he
walked towards the bedroom in awe. “What the…?”
he thought. Approaching the open doorway, he
peered out into the vast openness.
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Desmond leaned slightly out of the doorway and
looked down. A slight breeze rustled past as he
surveyed the dark wasteland below. Then he heard
footsteps coming up the stairs. Realizing that he had
left his gun on a shelf, he had no choice but to
retreat into the bedroom next to the one leading into
space. He slightly closed the door behind him,
leaving a small gap to peer through as a man came
up the stairs.
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Hugh stepped off of the last step and entered the
hallway. Noticing the doorway leading into space, he
approached it.
“This must be the sort of anomaly The
Administration was talking about,” thought Hugh.
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Walking to the middle of the bedroom, Hugh pulled
out his phone and dialed John’s number. After 10
seconds or so, John answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, John. I’m in safely and everything seems to be
alright.”
“Great, is the ‘item’ there?”
“Well, funny thing, the door that leads to the
bedroom with the ‘item’ in it…doesn’t lead to the
bedroom.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“It leads out into outer space, John. It’s like a portal
of some kind. The Administration had told me that
the ‘item’ had some side effects, anomalies and
such. I didn’t think it would be this monumental
though.”
“So, you’re saying that the doorway just leads out
into space?! That can’t be possible.”
“It’s definitely possible. A whole planet, flying
through space, is just outside my door. However, my
real concern is the ‘item’. I don’t know how the other
members from Washington are going to retrieve it
when the room it should be in isn’t even connected
to the house…or something like that.”
“Well, I’ll ring up The Administration and get back to
you. Maybe they know something about this.”
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With this, John hung up the phone.
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Desmond was intrigued. “Members from Washington
are coming to get the item?” he thought, leaning
away from the semi-closed door, “I need to hurry up
and get this thing. But how? How do I get into that
room??” He decided to continue listening to hear if
anything of importance was said.
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After John hung up, Hugh sat down on the bed and
waited.
Within 5 minutes, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey. I checked with The Administration. Apparently,
there is a switch near the water heater in the garage
that affects the ‘item’, disabling it functions.”
“A switch near the water heater? How does that do
anything to affect things happened up here on the
second level?”
“I have no idea. Ask the guys who set up the ‘item’
in the house.”
“Whatever, I don’t really care. So, where is this
switch?”
“It’s connected to a pipe that leads into the water
heater. The switch says C-33. Just turn it counter-
clockwise and it should put whatever the ‘item’ is
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doing at bay. It’s supposedly unstable however.
Turning it off could be……glitchy.”
“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”
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“Hugh, you still there? What happened?”
“I have no idea. My head got sort of woozy for a
second but then it passed. That’s all.”
“Strange. It must have been caused by the ‘item’.”
Hugh turned and looked at his door. “Are you sure
this thing is safe? Will it be effective to the mission?”
“I guess so. If The Administration says it’s vital, it’s
vital.”
“Hmm, well, I guess I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Alright, good night.”
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here?” he thought. Taking the gun with him, he went
downstairs to begin searching the house.
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Once the light-headedness passed, Desmond placed
his hand on the door frame to stable himself. “What
was that?” he thought.
Then, beginning to hear the man next door
frantically start to talk about “10 hours” and other
things, Desmond decided that it was no longer safe
to be here. He couldn’t even get to the item anyway.
Quietly opening the door, Desmond walked down the
hall to the stairs, forgetting his gun on the shelf.
Walking down the stairs to the front door, Desmond
exited the house right as Hugh opened his bedroom
door upstairs.
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Once he reached his car, he got in and put his key in
the ignition.
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“I didn’t realize until he had already left. I found his
gun on the stairs.”
“Hmm…well, there is nothing much we can do about
that now. Just lock all the doors and pay close
attention. Be very cautious.”
“Gotcha. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, bye.”
“Bye.”
Hanging up the phone, Hugh walked up to the front
door of the house and looked back into the night.
The cold darkness stared right back at him. He
turned and entered the house, locking the door
behind him.
Chapter 4:
You’re on your
own, kid.
(Day 2, Morning)
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Desmond woke with a start. His eyes were blurry
but soon came into focus. He was at home, in his
bed. His car keys were lying next to his clock which
displayed the numbers 9:42. Sitting up, his eyes
became blurry again as a huge stroke of pain
erupted in his head. Clutching his forehead, he made
his way to the bathroom, opened the medicine
cabinet and grabbed the bottle of pain relievers.
Filling up a glass with water from the sink, he
brought it to eye level and peered in. His reflection
looked distorted through the mirror and the water.
Blinking his eyes, he re-aligned his train of though,
threw the pills into his mouth and took a swig of the
water, swallowing the magical little pain reducers.
Setting his glass back down in the sink counter, he
walked back into his bedroom and began to get
dressed, waiting for the pills to kick in. As he was
finishing up, pulling his shirt over his head, his
phone rang. Walking back over to his bedside table
he picked up the phone and answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Desmond? It’s Ray. How did it go?”
“Ehh….not so well.”
“Explain.”
“Well, the ‘item’, whatever it is, seemed to be
having a strange effect on the house….”
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“What do you mean? Did you get it?”
“No. The room it was in……..This is hard to explain,
so I’ll just say it plainly. The doorway that leads into
the room that contained the ‘item’ leads out into
space.”
“…………I beg your pardon?”
“You told me it might affect the whole planet and
you’re begging my pardon? You should be the one to
know what is going on here.”
“Yes, of course. I just didn’t think it could pull off
something of this magnitude. A portal into the outer
reaches of space. This is big time stuff.”
“Yea, I kind of guessed that. Why would it be so well
contained though? It wasn’t expanding anywhere
outside of the doorway. It seemed
too……..controlled.”
“I assume that they have been able to harness it’s
power and control it in some form. By the way you
explain it, it seemed to be pretty cut and dry. Maybe
they are using the item’s portal as a safe. A form of
protection.”
“Makes sense. I heard them talk on the phone about
a switch that would keep the item’s powers at bay.”
“Heard them?”
“Yea. There was a guy there who arrived just after
me. He went up into the room across from the item’s
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room and talked to a guy on the phone the whole
time I was there.”
“Hmm, interesting. Well….this produces a dilemma.
The only thing I can think to do is to send you back
there.”
“….What? Are you serious? That would be stupid!”
“It’s the only thing we can do. We have to get that
‘item’. You need to go back and see if you can turn
off the switch, or whatever it is. We won’t make
progress by just sitting around.”
“I suppose you’re right. But I want a raise in the
reward money. $11,000.”
“Fine, seems reasonable. Money isn’t an issue with
an issue of this magnitude.”
“Alright. When should I return?”
“As soon as possible. The guard should still be at the
house but that’s still the extent of their security
measures.”
“Ok. And one more thing……..I left the gun at the
house.”
“…..*sigh*…..Well, you’re going to have to hope it’s
still there because I don’t have another gun to give
you. You’re on your own, kid.”
“Fantastic……..Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you.”
“Yes. In this life, or the next. Good luck, Desmond.”
The line clicked, and then was silent.
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Desmond turned off his phone and set it down on his
bedside table. Sitting down on his bed, he looked out
of his apartment window. The city was outlined in
the far distant horizon while a small park lay in the
central forefront of his vision. Kids sat on picnic
blankets and on swings while their mothers pushed
and fed them. A peaceful existence, outside. A
deadly backdrop of scheming, inside.
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With this thought in mind, he felt confident. Strong.
As if the ‘item’ was just beyond his grasp and all he
needed to do was take one step forward and grab it.
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the street and approached the front door. Turning
around, he looked out at the neighborhood. Sunny,
relaxed. Turning back, he faced the door, opened it,
and entered.
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Chapter 5:
(Day 2, Afternoon)
The house felt warm and stale as Desmond entered.
Constricting, almost. Walking forward, quietly and
cautiously, Desmond started to explore and scout
out the ground level. It seemed to be deserted. No
one in sight.
Space.
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strange,” he thought, “Where on earth could that
guy be? He has got to be here, for sure. But where?”
None the less, he still remained quiet, as he
continued searching.
Making his way into the room that Hugh was talking
in last night, Desmond started searching the
cabinets and drawers. “That guy mentioned
something about a switch,” Desmond thought,
“Maybe there’s information about it somewhere in
here….”
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Hugh turned on the sink faucet and began to wash
his face. Hopefully this quick bathroom visit wouldn’t
anger The Administration. They had been getting
quick strict with him over the course of the day.
“Heaven forbid,” thought Hugh, “That this small
break from my sentry duty will yield disastrous
results in the mission.”
He scoffed.
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He stopped what he was doing and listened
carefully.
There it was again…A small creak in the floorboards
upstairs.
Could it be?........Could it be him?
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