Project Nemesis (A Kaiju Thriller) (38 page)

Daly sat transfixed and somehow remained eerily calm, as if he were watching a summer blockbuster, instead of the deaths of hundreds of rush-hour drivers. Then one of the creatures clambered atop the roof of a GMC Suburban to his left. He strained his eyes for a better view, but didn’t dare rotate his head. In his peripheral vision, he saw the thing lift its head to the sky like a wolf and howl.

The sound was devastating—a soul-cutting, sonic assault, unlike anything Daly had ever heard. The sound shook the bones inside his skin. He lost control of his bowels. His bladder let go and the saliva in his mouth began to pour down over his lower lip as if he’d been in a dentist’s chair with a few gallons of Novocain pumped into his system. Terror took hold of him. His eyes went wide. His body shook uncontrollably.

Later, after the creatures returned to the light, and the globe of lightning flickered out, leaving behind an enormous crater and thousands dead or dying, Brian Daly’s mind finally returned to some semblance of what it had been. But he would never be the same. He didn’t know what he had just seen, but he knew that local police forces would be helpless against it. Whatever those things had been, even the military would be hard-pressed to stop them. Still, he needed to tell someone what he had just seen. His brother Steven was an Army Ranger. Steve was just a captain, but he might be able to get the information to someone higher up. Daly pulled out his cell phone and called his brother as fast as his shaking fingers would allow.

 

 

Philadelphia, PA

2 November, 2100 Hrs

 

MOMENTS AFTER THE
 
carnage in the other cities began, the Liberty Bell began to glow.

Currently situated in the Liberty Bell Center, adjacent to the glass pavilion that had housed the bell from 1976 until 2003, the bell is the object of visitation by over a million tourists a year. But the facility closed to visitors at 5 
p.m..
Only three security guards remained on hand when the inscription on the
bell
,
Proclaim
liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof
, began to
luminesce
. One of the three guards—the one furthest from the actual 2,080-pound copper-and-tin attraction—had just enough time to slap his hand on a large red emergency alarm before the surge of light engulfed him.

Police responded quickly. They closed 6
th
 
Street and set up barricades on Market and Chestnut, thinking people would be safe at that distance. They were wrong.

Sergeant Gina Martinez stepped out of her cruiser at the barricade to an unholy sight.
A giant dome of intense light throwing forked spears of lightning.
Thunder boomed despite the clear sky full of stars above her head. She stepped up to the edge of the park, her mouth agape at the sight. The spectacle washed out the
strobing
colors from her cruiser’s light bar as well as from the forty others arrayed around her on the street and up on the sidewalk.

What the hell
 
is
 
that
?
she
wondered.

“Clayton,” she called to a plainclothes detective who was near her. “What is this thing?
Terrorist attack?”

“Beats the hell
outta
me.
We got an alarm on the bell. Thought it was a
B&E
or something. We’re trying to keep people out of the way of those
lightnin
’ bolts, but other than that, what
the frig
are we supposed to do? Fire Chief is on the way and the Mayor’s got the Guard coming, too. I guess we just wait and see.”

Just then, a huge bolt of lightning struck close to their position and incinerated a tall maple tree.

“Shit! That was close.” Gina ducked instinctively, but by the time she had crouched, the lightning was already done with the tree. Had it hit her
...

“I think it’s getting bigger.” Clayton sounded nervous.

“That’s what she said,” Gina replied, her whispered voice on autopilot. She’d spent the previous night with her girlfriends. They sat around her apartment binging on nachos, drinking margaritas and watching
 
The Office
 
until every other sentence was “That’s what she said.”

“I’m serious. Look. The top of the dome is above the roof and the edge is touching the credit union now.”


Damnit
, you’re right.” Gina’s hand went instinctively to the handle of her holstered
Glock
, before she realized how useless her weapon would be against a glistening whitish-yellow dome of lightning. Still, she kept her hand on the grip. It prolonged her life.

Four shapes bolted out of the center of the crackling energy. Gina saw them move. She dropped and rolled to the left just as one of them tore into Clayton, sending his legs in one direction and the rest of him in the other. All Gina saw was a smooth, white color and the movement of muscles, as if whatever she was seeing had no skin and was covered in skim milk.

The other shapes tore into the rest of the cruisers. Blood sprayed away from every impacted police officer. Gina could barely track them, but she drew her weapon anyway and focused on one of the creatures. She might not have had a chance to stop it, but it paused suddenly and seemed to sniff the air. What she saw was terrifying. The beast’s eyes swiveled toward her and then it was in motion again, coming right for her. She couldn’t see it that well, but she remembered that eye and fired five times, where she thought it would be. The thing crashed to the asphalt right in front of her, pulling a scream from her lungs.

A mistake.

The other three creatures stopped and focused their swiveling eyes on her.

What the hell are you?
 
she
had time to think.

Then one of the creatures opened its mouth and roared. The sound was so loud it vibrated her body. Sheer terror took hold of her, and her thoughts simply shut down. The gun fell from her hand and she lost all control of her bodily functions as she collapsed on the corpse of the creature in front of her. Her body shook uncontrollably. When her body was pulled by the ankle, back toward the curved, pulsating wall of light, her fear-locked mind never noticed.

 

 

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