Twenty men went out, four were presumed dead, and three more suffered from exposure. The after action report was made upon their return to the staging area. It was then relayed to Director Bishop. He had been going over the report, and the information they obtained from their captive several days prior. He did not think they had been lied to. It was more than likely a matter of the professor not being aware of much outside of his responsibilities. Some men fought, others taught.
There was no longer any reason for stealth. Lives had been lost and there was a chance that their source had been discovered. There was no question that they needed and were going to gain control of the valley. It was just a matter of when and how. He remembered that his son’s former assistant, in the security department, was also a former soldier in special operations. He made the call. A few minutes later, Ronald Wallace was shown into the director’s office. The two men shook hands before taking their seats.
“So how is work treating you Mr. Wallace?”
“We’re not very busy, but I could think of worse things to do, sir.”
“Well, not being busy in your line of work is a good thing,” Frank Bishop said with a friendly smile.
Wallace returned the smile wondering exactly what he was doing here, and how much small talk they would go through before he found out. It turned out to be very little.
“Did you enjoy your time in Special Forces? Have you ever participated in hostile action?”
“Yes sir, both.”
“What would you say if I needed you to do something like that again?”
“Sir?” Wallace asked in confusion.
“You know we have a small detachment from your department operating in the staging area right?”
“Yes sir.”
“They have encountered life on the outside. We knew there would be those who survived the event, but not how many, and in what condition they would be in,” Frank Bishop said capturing his full attention. “Last night, sixteen men, out of a twenty man team, returned from a mission in an attempt to reach out to one such group. Four are presumed dead, and three more are incapacitated for the time being.”
“Jesus,” Wallace said in surprise.
“We tried to extend a hand in peace, but were met with violence. It is our determination now to, a. exact retribution, b. gain a presence into the area they hold, and c. to ensure their belligerence is quelled. We need someone of your training and talents to accomplish this. Would you be willing to do it?”
“Yeah, I mean, yes sir. I would need to know everything about them, including the type of terrain they control.”
“They are to the south of here almost a full day’s ride in the ATV’s using spare batteries. There are an estimated eight hundred and fifty people living in a valley several hundred feet below ground level,” Director Bishop cited from memory. “It is estimated that about four hundred or so are able to put up any kind of organized resistance. They are armed with primitive weapons such as swords, spears, and bows. But, they also know the area well and used fire effectively on our team yesterday.”
He stood and motioned for Wallace to follow him to a nearby table. “Here is a rough drawing of the area. There are only three places where the valley can be penetrated, or so I was told. Here, here, and here,” he said as he pointed on the map.
“The Eastern, and most limited entrance, was tried already. I don’t think it would be wise to use that approach again, and it is only manned by a small force. The entrance on the West would extend the capacity of our re-breathing systems beyond effectiveness. That leaves us with the North entrance. I’m told the village below it is called Mezzo.” He continued, “If we take that territory, we can set up a secondary staging area, go to the East and remove their outpost. We could gain control of half of the valley within one day.”
“What about dealing with exposure once we are there? Won’t we have to come right back,” Wallace asked.
“No. The valley is what we call a ‘safe zone.’ When the event happened, the planet shifted its axis. One of the side effects was in creating areas like this, which are protected by an electromagnetic field. When you get there, it will look like you stepped back in time. You will be able to remove your protective suits and breathe freely in the valley”
“I don’t get it. Why would they attack us for no reason? Can’t they see that we are the same as them?”
“I don’t know. All I know is what happened. Do you think you can do it?”
“I can do it. I’d want to select my own men, sir.”
“You’ve got it.”
“And, I’ll need the right equipment,” Wallace said while thinking, “Forty men, two mortars, some light machine guns, grenade launchers, body armor, two full rations of ammunition and other supplies for each man, and restraining devices for the prisoners.”
“Done,” Director Bishop said immediately. “If there is anything else you can think of let me know. Select your men and get them ready. We need to get this underway as soon as possible. I want to give them the least amount of time to prepare for our response as possible. As soon as you have your operation drawn up, let me know and we’ll coordinate it with Jim Forrest. He will be your point of control once you and your team leave the complex.”
“Yes sir,” Wallace said accepting his orders.
“Do you think they will be successful,” Dr. Maddow asked his friend.
“Yes. We took for granted that we knew all we needed to know last time. Now, it doesn’t matter. We will take it by force and there will be nothing they can do about it.”
“And then what? What do we do with them?
“We will pacify them. We’ll treat them, provide for them, and use them for as long as we feel necessary. It won’t take long to divide them then take advantage of that division.”
“He said there were several water sources in the valley. I would like to include one of my people on the trip to bring back things that I’ll need to examine.”
“That won’t be a problem,” the director said. “Speaking of examining, what have you found out about the boy?”
“He died this morning,” Maddow said evenly. “He was highly emotional after the two of them were separated, and he never calmed down even when given mild sedation. I believe his panic attacks led to a cardiac event. They are doing an autopsy on him now.”
“Who all know about him?”
“Two of my assistants. When we are done, I will need someone to take care of the body though.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“I did get a look at some of his organs before I came here. To tell the truth, I don’t know how he survived this long.”
Frank Bishop said nothing.
“You do know we won’t be able to allow them to interact, physically, with any of our people.”
“Don’t worry about that. When they no longer serve a purpose, they will be taken care of.”
“What about your son? Do you think he is with them?”
Although he had been thinking about it, the question did catch him off guard. “I think the chances are slim. He went out of the West side of the mountain. He would have to change course purposely, and just happen to stumble upon a patch of land quite small in relation to the surrounding area. We might not have even found it if our scout team hadn’t stumbled across those two.”
“Maybe,” Maddow said as he got up to leave. “Let me know when your team is ready to go, and I’ll have my man come by.”
Bishop lodged with Weston, and a few other men from Gateway, in a room provided for them in Mezzo. Work was being done to protect what they called their home. This threat was different than any other they had faced before. This would be a calculated, well equipped, incursion. Bishop gave them as much information as possible explaining what they could expect. They sat in the village center, where they took their meals, and discussed their options.