When Conor next opened his eyes, they were sharp pains in his arms and scientists were busy at a computer, Conor decided not to interrupt them.

“…Yes, but how?”,
“I don’t know, they just inject it and the casing melts away giving out the toxin which takes time to react but then afterwards this is the result”,
“So, no sense of too hot or cold and no side affects either, this could be the last piece for our most recent ‘project’ don’t you think?”,
“What, Mission 666?”,
“The very same”,

Conor did a fake yawn. Hecher turned. “Aah, master Rosco, you’re awake, sleep well?”,
“Erm, yeah I guess so”, answered Conor, he felt the pain in his arms sliding out as if being taken away and looked down to see a long needle being pulled out of each wrist.

He was taken off the bed and lead back to the main room and then into the balcony door where his parents where watching the Micros doing attack drills. “Oh so they’re back are they?”,
“Yes, they got back around an hour ago”,
“Did they bring anything back?”,
“Yes”,
“I thought I heard something going on”,
“What happened?”, asked Conor
“Well, apparently it was a load of your little buddies”, said Contralt as he turned to Conor. He had a large cut upon his forehead and a split lip and for some reason Conor felt responsible.

“Oh”,
“But enough of this”, interrupted Hecher turning to Mr Rosco, “Your son was injected with a special liquid contained in a special metal that slowly broke down inside his bloodstream. This liquid somehow turns off certain pieces of genetic code to turn off heat signals, meaning that he can no longer feel too hot or too cold and cannot be affected by them either. For example he could get set alight without burning or swim in ice water without even getting a cold”,
“Wow”,
“Yes, it could come in quite handy. Anyway, lets go see what they brought back”,
They left Contralt and re-entered the room labelled “Research” and walked through another door inside of which large glass tubes stood against a wall filled with a freezing green liquid and in the liquid were three of the aliens. In other smaller tubes around the other walls were little strange creatures that Conor realised were probably the food supply he had so unwillingly dipped into not that long ago, to see it alive wriggling and squirming like this was even worse than the taste, it was almost like saying that an egg is an unborn chicken. Conor turned back to the aliens.
“Why are there only three?”, asked Conor, upon hearing his voice the middle alien looked up at the crowd and opened its eyes.
“Conor?”,
“5-0-10?”, Conor recognised the voice instantly.
“Yeah it’s me, and it’s you, wow, cool”, 5-0-10 looked happy but also very tired and unfocused as if he had only just woken up.
“What were you guys doing at the North Pole?”,
“Its cold there, best place for a ground base”,
“Why?”,
“Cause it’s cold”,
“Erm, no that’s not what I meant”, The door whooshed open and Contralt entered.
“Professor Hecher”, he said, “I need a word.. Alone”,
“Yes General”, they left the room as 5-0-10 turned back to Conor and started asking questions about the base. After a couple of minutes Contralt and Hecher re-entered.
“Conor, we need a word”,
“Yes sirs”, he followed through the door which shut quickly behind them.

“Conor, the mother ship has just entered our atmosphere and is headed here, we are about to launch a counter attack”,
“Now?”,
“Yes”,
“Okay then, I guess”,
“So, we shall be taking this opportunity, I just thought you should know”,
“Okay then”
“We want to make sure you and your family are safe so you shall be staying in the main corridor with some guards”,
“Okay then”,
“Though you will be aloud to look at any of the partitions we must request that you do not go through any of the doors”,
“Okay then”,
“Your parents have asked to stay in the ‘guests’ room with some guards aswell”,
“Okay then”,

“Right then... goodbye”, Contralt left and Conor was escorted with his guards. A few minutes later his parents entered the main station and left through the ‘guest’ door and Conor entered a partition labelled ‘Research Of Genetics’ to see what it was about. All the scientists were happy to help but Conor was only half paying attention, the other half kept thinking about the aliens and wondering why they had done something like this. Why had they let him live if they were planning this anyway? Meanwhile the Micros were getting their weapons and exiting to the hidden hanger where hundreds of hover planes were waiting for them. Max was slightly worried, after what had happened at the Artic he didn‘t trust himself. All the others joked about how it would be like ‘shooting fish in a barrel’ but Max knew it wouldn’t, he didn’t know why but it had been too easy. Suddenly the plane froze in midair and Contralt ordered “Everybody out”, Max jumped down from the plane on to a frozen metal floor covered in ice with deep crater-like holes in it.

He raised his hand to his cheek and was suddenly aware of an odd noise like a generator charging, which was all of a sudden replaced by the sound of his skull exploding as suddenly it hit him. He was blasted backwards into the plane and knocked unconscious . A soldier bent down and rolled him over, half his face was gone and a hand was missing. “Holy shit”, remarked a soldier from the ship. Looking up the soldiers could see hundreds of angry aliens. “Oh boy”, said Contralt. The soldiers charged.

“Back in ‘research’ the aliens were screaming, the scientists were all covering their ears as the aliens yelled out in pain. A crack was even appearing in the middle tube, it shattered. Rising off the ground 5-0-10 grabbed the scientists and flung them at the walls causing huge dents and then smashed down the door.

Conor was just looking at records of Yeti and “the Bigfoot” when the door of the room ‘research’ exploded out. The door of the guests opened and the dog-thing shot out in front of the two guards. 5010 entered and threw off the thing into the opposite door where it dropped to the floor and was still. Conor stared at the enraged alien.

“Oh great” said one of the guards as they ran at the alien and Conor ran in the opposite direction. 5010 smashed the guards heads together and then followed the fleeing Rosco shrieking about Conor being a liar.

Conor reached the door and ran out into the desert where above him the mother ship made funny noises as the battle raged on. Conor was covered by the humongous shadow covering the whole hanger. Suddenly something fell from the ship and splattered just off of the hanger, it took Conor a moment to realise that it was -or had been- a human. 5-0-10 smashed through the door and ran at Conor as Conor started running again looking back at 5-0-10. Conor tripped over something and fell over. 5-0-10 stopped in front of him. “You tricked us”,
“What?”,
“I thought you were friendly but really it was all a trap, all you really wanted was that”, he pointed a tentacle at the ship.

In the ship Contralt was chasing the Captain shooting everywhere, the Captain took a wrong turn into the main engines.

“You lied to me, I hate you! All you humans, we should never have bothered to try this alliance!”,
“What?”,

Contralt missed the Captain and hit the engines from which liquids started spilling out and Contralt realised that it wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around when they ran out.

“I said I hate you!”,
“No, what did you say? Something about an alliance?”,

Soldiers pored into the planes, Contralt lifted up Max and put him into the plane.

“I said we shouldn’t have tried one”,
“But we all thought you wanted to kill us all, what with the attacks on New York and London”,

The planes lifted off of the hanger and shot out.

“No we thought everyone lived through them, we couldn’t tell. We wanted to be friends with the humans”,
“Really?”,
“Yes”,

“...Shit”,

The ship exploded.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”, cried 5-0-10

The explosion was enormous. Conor was pinned to the floor with the force and even 5-0-10 didn’t hover. And then bits of metal dropped on the hanger.

Suddenly 5-0-10 started dripping bits of grey/green liquid. Conor stared at him in horror, he was melting in the heat. “NO” Conor shouted as 5-0-10 dropped to the floor. “Oh no”,
“Conor, I’m sorry”, gurgled 5-0-10 who was now drowning in himself and then he melted completely into a puddle.

Conor couldn’t move, but lucky he didn’t have to as his bodyguards ran out to collect him.

Max was wheeled in on a stretcher groaning, he was in a bad shape. His leg had been ripped off and he had a deep cut upon his chest, no one knew what had caused these but they -along with his hand and face- needed immediate attention. He was rushed in through the door to the furthest left which had only two sets of symbols on it.

Mission 6 6 6

The door shut.

Conor was sick, he couldn’t get the image of 5-0-10 out of his mind. He was taken to a part of the bunkers and into a room to rest and lay down on the bed for the hours he spent awake, it wasn’t until almost one in the morning that he finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

Five weeks later, Conor left Roswell, he was sworn not to tell a soal what he had seen at Groom Lake but he knew he would never want to anyway.

It was another two weeks later that he finally re-entered school. He wasn’t really paying attention but after a while he picked it up that there was to be an after show gig that Friday, he didn’t usually go to them as he didn’t enjoy the loud music and swarming crowds but in his present mind state he thought it would do him good. So that Friday, skipping his homework he went to the local pavilion where he found his mates. The music was pretty good and most of all loud which Conor liked. He ran around and did things he would never have done before and after a while noticed a girl that was constantly staring at him and smiling. His best mate Tom said that he should talk to her and for the first time in his life he actually listened to him, after all that he had been through it didn’t actually seem that scary an idea anymore. “After all”, he said, walking away from his friend “You only live once”,

Contralt entered the room of the guests and walked down the tanks, passing over the dead bodies of some Centaurs that had broken out of their enclosure to defend the base and the scientists that now lay still next to them and stopping at where a cage had been smashed. “How did this happen?”, he asked the man standing next to him
“It was a giant leap in their evolution, I’ve never heard of something so drastic or sudden, but don’t worry, 666 is ready, he can be mobilised anytime”,
Contralt nodded and slowly both men walked away from the moon simulation cage.