“We can’t do anything, but get ourselves killed if we go charging into the town,” she hissed back. They’d carried out three strikes at the aliens so far, but she’d insisted on being very careful. If the aliens had decided to sweep through the area for insurgents, it was possible that they’d catch someone who wasn’t registered or uncover an arms dump. Either one would be disastrous. “All we can really do is hope and pray that they don’t find anything that justifies a massacre.”
The images from London had been broadcast over the BBC. Alex had watched in horror as hundreds — perhaps thousands — of humans had been shredded by alien guns. The entire country had seen the bloody suppression of a riot, galvanising resistance to the alien occupation. If the internet was to be believed, there had been hundreds of strikes against the aliens over the last few days. It certainly explained why the aliens were being so determined to sweep for insurgents. Anything was better than waiting to be hit, hoping that superior firepower would allow them to slaughter anyone foolish enough to attack their positions.
There were upwards of 15’000 people in Dereham. It looked as if the aliens were systematically pulling them out of their homes and ordering them to gather in the roads, waiting for their fate to be decided. The aliens were ransacking the buildings, searching for weapons and anything else that might imply a link to the resistance. Alex could see a handful of policemen looking uncomfortable as the searches continued, unsure of just what they were feeling. Some policemen had been pushed into collaboration, no doubt about that, but others had been willing to serve the aliens without threats. It was hard to blame someone who served because his family was at risk, yet how could they tell the difference between that and a man who was serving the aliens for personal gain? Some of the rumours on the internet were shocking.
“Come on,” she hissed. “We can’t stay here.”
It had taken nearly two hours to walk cross-country to Dereham and they’d arrived just in time to see the aliens establish themselves in the area. Alex had no illusions about what they would do once they’d secured the town; they’d sweep out, probably in the direction of Norwich. They had a major presence in that town and given enough time, they could probably safeguard the roads as well. A few of Alex’s allies had been placing IEDs in the area, but that had its own dangers. The last thing they wanted to do was accidentally catch a farmer with an IED.
She scowled as they made their way across a field, which had recently been planted with an alien crop. One of the stranger points about British farming before the invasion had been that the government had paid a number of farmers to leave their fields lying fallow, rather than growing crops. It had been cheaper, apparently, to bring in food from overseas, which had worked perfectly until the country had been cut off from the rest of the world by the aliens. The aliens, on the other hand, had made a list of every farmer with fallow fields and ordered them to start growing seeds they’d provided. They hadn’t gone into details, but they seemed to believe that the crop would be grown before winter, allowing it to be harvested and a second crop planted after the winter snows had faded away. Alex wasn’t too surprised to see that they were planting crops from their world, but Smith had been furious. Adding something new to the ecology could cause chaos across the entire country.
“It was bad enough when they started planting those damn genetically-modified crops,” he’d said, holding up one of the alien seeds. It hadn’t looked very alien, but someone down in the town had looked at it through a microscope and confirmed that it bore no resemblance to something from Earth. “These things are likely to spread further and there won’t be anything we can do about it.”
The thought was chilling — and the internet speculation had been downright horrific. Introducing rabbits to Australia had been disastrous because the rabbits had had no natural predators and had bred like… well, rabbits. Alien plants might be resistant to Earth’s formidable array of crop-destroying pests, while alien animals might be tougher than foxes or weasels or the other predators that hunted rabbits and field mice. Alex had tried to imagine an animal from the alien homeworld, but had drawn a blank. They could look like anything.
She could hear the sounds of alien helicopters in the distance as they walked onwards, watching carefully for any sign of an alien or collaborator patrol. They’d had some close calls in the days since they’d started trying to ambush the aliens, but the aliens seemed to have preferred to keep their distance. Maybe their current sweep was intended to change that — no matter what some of the young men thought, she had no illusions. They were barely pin-pricking the aliens. The aliens might not consider them significant enough to bother killing.
“You could come to the dance with me,” Henry said, breaking into her thoughts. “It would be a fun time to let your hair down.”
Alex rolled her eyes. Henry was seventeen; she was twenty-five. And she wanted to minimise the contact between her and the townspeople as much as possible. Officially, she was Smith’s niece from across the country, but it wouldn’t be long before someone guessed at the truth. There had been quite a few fugitives who had found new homes in the countryside, yet the aliens were alarmingly good at using human files to track down military personnel. And if they caught Alex… no one knew what would happen to her.
And Henry was clearly interested in her. Part of her was tempted, despite the age difference — Henry wasn’t a bad person at all. But the rest of her knew better. She’d been between boyfriends when she’d been shot down during the opening days of the invasion and… if she opened herself up that far, it risked creating emotional ties. One day, she would have to leave Long Stratton if the aliens threatened to take over the area directly — and then she would have to avoid looking back.
“It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to be seen,” she said, finally. There were younger girls in the town, she told herself firmly. He’d find someone closer in age to himself. “I need to spend more time at the hole anyway.”
The thought made her smile. Smuggling guns and explosives to hiding places well away from the town had been a challenge, but once they’d completed the program it had been easy to separate the different resistance cells. The aliens might catch one of them, only to discover that they had no leads to the next one. Or so she hoped. If someone had defied orders… she shook her head. The RAF had tried to control every aspect of her life as a pilot, but the resistance needed a much looser organisation. She would just have to trust that they knew what to do — and knew better than to contact her.
Henry said nothing for the rest of the walk back to the coppice that served as a rendezvous point. Alex’s RAF training hadn’t included building shelters, but Archer had uncovered a couple of ex-poachers who were remarkably talented at slipping unseen through the night, or building hidden dumps for the weapons. She knew she could live alone out in the countryside for quite some time, but that would mean giving up the fight and walking away, forgetting her oath to the country. They dumped most of their weapons in the stash and headed down towards Smith’s farm. He’d been spending the last few days planting the alien seeds in the ground, cursing the aliens all the while. At least they’d gotten a petrol ration out of it.