It was now time to take the fight directly to the rebel groups, so an elaborate plan was devised to finally set humanity free. The only slight problem with this plan was the fact that due to a slight oversight the wrong person had been cast in the role of hero. With the odds stacked heavily against him, could he succeed and take everyone a step closer to the Planet of Destiny?
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It was now time to take the fight to the rebels. So, an elaborate plan was devised to finally set humanity free. The only slight problem with this plan was the fact that due to a slight oversight the wrong person had been cast in the role of hero!
With the odds stacked heavily against him, could he succeed and take everyone a step closer to the Planet of Destiny?
A dusting of light snow blew across the road sending another blast of arctic air rushing over the tarmac. It almost felt sharp enough to cut the wire mesh of the perimeter fence, which surrounded the film studio, as the two tour busses waited outside the main gates. It was mid February, and an unusually cold one at that. Everyone onboard shivered as the heating struggled to repel the relentless cold which had even penetrated the interior, forming a thin layer of ice on the inside of the glass.
It had already been a bit of an exhausting journey from the nearest town, and the collection of tourists who had come to see one of the film sets used in the mars hoax cover up were growing impatient. It felt as though they had already been waiting for what had seemed like an eternity, and there was a groan from the passengers as two security men appeared from the adjoining gatehouse.
Security nationwide was at an unprecedented level, as the authorities continued to clamp down. Strict new laws had been introduced in an attempt to filter out any lasting thought that there was any truth in the existence of the Galactic Council. Anyone who had had contact with any part of this short-lived experience had been threatened with a whole host of extreme measures designed to bring an end to the whole affair. The media had run a whole series of documentaries designed to prove once and for all that it had definitely all been a hoax. After all, any of these so-called aliens looked very human - a deliberate ploy by the Galactic Council which had seriously backfired. They had not wanted to alarm anyone, keeping the more bizarre species from human contact. This had played right into the hands of the authorities who were proving to be a much cleverer adversary than originally thought.
The door of the bus swung open with a blast of cold morning air, as a curt voice rang out around the startled passengers.
The nervous excitement which had begun to spread out slowly around the interior began to ebb, as Tiny looked round. He, like most passengers, was awaiting their tour guide. But, instead there stood a security man.
He looked in a bad mood, as if he really had got out of bed the wrong side this morning. What had upset him was the fact that today there was a large party of American tourists, and he hated them almost as much as the now discredited N.A.S.A.
It was odd that they were paying his wages and yet he despised them. This was an all too common feeling, as there had been quite a backlash resulting from the whole hoax story. There was even talk of abandoning the mars expedition altogether, as people were still very angry at the way they had been duped. This was all part of the plan, which had now made it all but impossible for the Galactic Council to have any chance of re-establishing contact. If they did then it would be dismissed as being another part of the hoax, which played right back into the hands of the authorities. They were now in a position to keep any new technologies for themselves, and not allowing public access which had been the Council’s main objective. They wanted full integration, which now looked a very distant prospect.
The security man started swaggering about, pumping up his muscles, in an effort to make his five foot six inch frame look impressive as he walked down the isle between the seats. He stopped for a moment looking in disgust at one of the Americans, a middle-aged man sporting the traditional check trousers and camera around his neck. He shook his head before continuing along the isle, his surly expression meeting the inquisitive gaze of the other passengers before he stopped by the rear seats.
He caught Tiny’s startled gaze, looking him straight in the eye. The man had clearly let his limited authority go straight to his head, relishing the fact that for once in his life he actually towered over everybody.
“You must come with me!”
The other people who occupied the nearby seats looked at him, automatically assuming that he had done something wrong. Tiny looked amazed, his mild manner quickly eroding by the abrupt arrival of the man.
Another larger security man entered the bus, however by his body language, the first one had made it perfectly clear that he could handle the situation.
Barking out his name like some sort of a playground bully, he tried to humiliate Tiny, who just sat there. Although he was seated amongst the Americans, he was in fact just as English the security man.
Tiny really hated being ordered around, particularly when anyone referred to his physical size. The man looked aggressive, rattling his keys as he continued to swagger.
“If you don’t come voluntarily, then I will have to forcibly remove you!”
There was a gasp, as Tiny reluctantly emerged from the corner of the bus, pushing his way past the heavy coats and small bags which had been partially obscuring him. The other security man began to laugh, as his swaggering colleague’s face dropped when Tiny rose from his seat, all six foot eight of him!
He could have quite easily picked the man up with one hand, and carried him away under his arm. There were a few smiles from the people sat around him too, as the security man looked up towards the roof.
Stooping like some mythical giant trapped under the low coach roof, Tiny stared back at him. Although he was what is commonly referred to as a gentle giant, he gave the man a very hard stare which sent shivers down his spine.
“Would you like to follow me, please?” The man’s tone changed completely as he realised that whatever authority he did have, seemed meaningless when faced with someone so enormous.
Tiny picked up his haversack, following him along the isle and out into the car park. He rose himself to his full height throwing it over his shoulder as he followed the man towards the main reception area. It was a dull looking modern building which sat to one side of the now closed shuttle pad. What had been unveiled as the next generation in travel was now little more than a museum piece. All flights had been cancelled, and it was now viewed as nothing more than just another movie making exhibit.
Once inside, they made their way towards the main visitors lounge, pausing for a moment by the souvenir shop. The whole building was the usual drab structure, with one of those endless grey carpets that stretched out in all directions. The only colour being provided by the red rubbish bins, which matched the fading red stripe that reluctantly poked out from between the carpet fibres. At the far end of the room there was a set of lift doors, which were painted in a matching shade of grey.
They almost seemed to sense their arrival, opening slowly as they approached. The security man stood to one side, as Tiny ducked under the large metal strip that indicated the floor numbers, before easing himself into the rather cramped interior. The security man followed, as the lift doors closed slowly behind them. He placed a key into a slot in the indicator panel, before pressing the down button.
Tiny could see that there were only three floors marked, and was a little surprised as he watched the indicator moving past the ground floor level. The lift seemed to be descending a good deal further than anticipated, as its cable lowered them quickly.
Initially the momentum had seemed gradual, not affecting him at all. Now, he could feel his stomach rising as it seemed to catch the back of his throat. Then, without warning, it suddenly stopped with a jolt sending them both off balance. Tiny bumped into the security man almost knocking him off his feet. He looked indignantly up at him. Under normal circumstances, he would have made quite a fuss, but being as Tiny was so large, he had to make do a disgruntled grunt!
When the doors opened, the security man tried to usher him out, waving his arms around erratically. He was a strange little man. His unpleasant attitude seemed to spread out all around him, like some sort rough cloak that grated against anyone unfortunate enough to be in his company.
His curt, almost aggressive voice filled the lift, and Tiny felt relived as he ducked back under the doorway. The man just seemed to get some macabre pleasure out of trying to humiliate him, gambling that Tiny would not use his considerable power. He did not seem to realise that if he did, then he would be in deep trouble. Tiny was too gentle for that, although for a split second, the thought did cross his mind!
Still feeling incensed by the security man’s attitude, Tiny found himself on what appeared to be an underground platform. Still in a bit of a daze, he stared at the small tube train, although it was far too small to be called a train. There only seemed to be one car, and that looked barely big enough to take the man, let alone someone of his size!
“This is where we part company!”
Tiny, who had taken an instant dislike to his guide, looked back at the small, squat figure. Part of him was relieved that he was not going to have to suffer the odious little man any longer. However, the other part was wondering what he was supposed to do now?
The security man pointed to a small opening in the side of the car. Tiny looked back, thinking that he was being more than a little optimistic, if he thought that he could possibly fit inside.
“Go on then, Small!”
The man had a big smirk on his face, regaining his former cockiness as the lift doors began to close. Tiny watched as he disappeared into the sea of grey, before turning to face the car.
He was totally dumfounded. Why the man had such a bad attitude was just as much of a mystery as why he had been brought down here. It was clear to everyone that he did not like his job, or have much time for the tourists, particularly the American ones. He certainly had a grievance of some sort, and still trying to work out what his problem was, Tiny made his way along the platform.
The car was bullet shaped, carved out of the same piece of monotonous grey material that seemed to have been used throughout the complex.
Tiny bent forward, putting his head inside the car. It only had the one seat, which looked as though it had been moulded out of the same material as the car. It reminded him of vacuum packaging, and as he squeezed inside, he felt more like something about to be put on a supermarket shelf, than a passenger!
The side began to close, squashing Tiny even further into the already cramped interior. A look of dismay filed his face as he realised that if the mechanism failed, then nothing short of a tin opener would be able to get him out again!