Atlantis managed to struggle to within a few feet of Die Glocke but the device fired another blast of EMP energy, the blinding light covered the base as the acorn rose into the air causing the sky to heat to an intense level; it let off one final blast of power as it disappeared.
The wave of energy covered Atlantis and he vanished in a cloud of purple dust that blew away in the shockwave. Die Glocke had disappeared along with any trace of Atlantis; his body was gone.
The beleaguered allied armies fighting in Baltimore had taken heavy losses but they returned fire as best as they could. The first sign that something was wrong with the Aryan troops was when the return fired dulled down and then stopped altogether.
Commander Paul watched as a group of Aryan infantry supporting the tanks grasped at their throats. They wildly clawed at their helmets and then fell to the floor with some kind of seizure.
The three remaining M60 tanks fired on the immobile Tiger tanks and set them alight but reports were coming in from all across the front that the Aryan forces had stopped fighting.
Commander Paul and a small group of infantry gingerly crept forward to inspect the Aryan corpses. As they looked over the bodies they realized that the body armor was empty, they picked up a helmet and a thick black liquid slowly poured from the bottom; Paul dropped the helmet in disgust.
Another group of soldiers had clambered on top of a Maus and forced open the commander’s hatch, the men inside were gone and all that remained was the thick tar and empty body armor.
Admiral Moorer clutched his side as he held a field dressing over the third-degree burn on his chest. He watched out of the broken windows on the severely damaged USS America as Me 262’s fell from the sky.
He smiled, “God bless you Brooklyn!” He said, orders were given. The race to Wright Patterson was on.
The new world
The lights in Drakelow Depot flicked three times and then went out cutting the celebrations inside short. When the lights finally came back on around five minutes later; the men in black had vanished.
The security personnel conducted a thorough search of the base but no trace of them was ever found; more concerning for the world leaders was that the miniature acorn device, along with the hologram message had also disappeared.
The world leaders signed a pact that day that they would work together to search for the mysterious men in black and bring them to justice if it was required.
A few days later Admiral Moorer was inaugurated as the President of the United States, once he was discharged from the hospital. His wound had healed but he would walk with the aid of a stick for the rest of his life. The new President talked at length of the massive sacrifice all across the globe and how the world must work hand in hand to rebuild and finally that they must be ready for any future threats.
A new arms race swiftly broke out as the allied nations rushed to claim as much captured Aryan technology as possible. Wright Patterson was stripped of the remaining Xerum 525 missiles and their launches; these were attacked and destroyed while being transported. Nobody knew who the perpetrators were.
The major cities of the world were in disarray and needed time to be repopulated. The effect of the Xerum 525 missiles was studied and it was revealed there was no lasting effect on the environment, unlike the fallout from a nuclear attack.
Wright Patterson Air Force base was closed down and demolished. In its place, a massive moment to the men, women, and children who had lost their lives in the devastating conflict was erected. The colossal monument had every name of the known victims as well as the people still currently missing.
President Moorer delivered his second major speech from this moment and he presented awards to the many brave souls that fought for their freedom. Many were awarded posthumously.
Brooklyn Junior was wheeled onto the stage by his proud mother, Brooklyn was lucky to be alive but he was paralyzed from the neck down; all apart from his right arm. He saluted the President.
Moorer laughed, “Don’t be daft son, we should be saluting you.” He snapped a crisp saluted.
On that day Brooklyn Junior was awarded the Medal of Honor, America’s highest and most prestigious personal military decoration. This was not the best thing Brooklyn and his family received that day, however, in President Moorer’s left hand was a small beige envelope that was marked top secret.
The President leaned over and whispered into Brooklyn’s ear.
“Finally, you can know what really happened to your father. He was a brave man and has been awarded the Medal of Honor as well.”
Tears of joy welled up in the corner of the young man’s eyes.
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Copyright © 2018: DIE GLOCKE
First Edition – 31st October 2018
M.C.DRAKE
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ISBN-13: 978-1727771831