From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   CHAPTER FOUR   
      
   They had all the cement poured into the foundation molding and were   
   laying out the first section of two by fours to be put together for   
   the framing.  Krycek was showing them how to do it when someone let   
   out a shout.  "Hey!  The soldiers that went to New Mexico are back and   
   there's a lot more of them!"   
      
   Martinez, Andrews, and Miller, soldiers from their group came into   
   camp with ten bedraggled Special Ops men they had found in the hills   
   above Santa Fe.   
      
   They all sat down and ate a hearty meal while Andrews described the   
   events of the last several days.  It took them three days to make it   
   down to New Mexico and another three to connect with the ops men.    
   They had been on a survival training mission north of the base when it   
   all happened.  They had headed back towards the base when they heard   
   the explosions and saw the fires in town.  When they saw what was   
   going on with the aliens lining up group after group of soldiers and   
   setting them on fire, they backed tracked into the hills and waited.    
   There were ten of them between the ages of twenty three and twenty seven.   
      
   The trip back to the valley took five days.  They had a hard time   
   finding bikes for everyone and had to take turns running and riding   
   for the first two days.  They were all pleased and relieved to find a   
   place of safety and were shocked to hear what was actually going on.    
   No one could get their minds around the fact that there actually were   
   aliens and they had been caught in a sneak attack and scores of people   
   were being killed.   
      
   "The quickest way to take down any big nation is to wipe out its   
   communication system."  Krycek said.  "The government has been told   
   this for years that communications was the vital key and that a more   
   advanced system should be worked out but they'd rather spend the money   
   on studying the sex lives of African sea turtles than developing a   
   more secure communications system."   
      
   "So nothing is working?  Nothing at all?" One of the Special Ops men   
   asked.   
      
   "I don't know.  We haven't tried anything and we're not going to.  I   
   destroyed all our cell phones and forbidden anyone to touch a phone   
   while we're in town.  It would be the easiest thing in the world for a   
   transmission to be traced and bring them right to our door step."   
      
   "So how do you communicate among yourselves?" An SO man asked.   
      
   "We yell a lot or we send a runner."  Krycek answered.   
      
   "And you haven't been in contact with anyone else; this group is all   
   people who were on that plane?"   
      
   "That's right.  You're the first we've seen."   
      
   "Well, what are your plans?  Are you just going to sit here and wait   
   it out?"   
      
   "That's what I vote for!"  Harry piped up.   
      
   "We thought maybe you could help us find our families?"  One of the   
   ball players said.   
      
   The SO men looked quizzically at Krycek.     
      
   "We need to do something but we don't know what."  Krycek answered.    
   "We know they are hauling people off in trucks.  We've seen that but   
   we don't know where they're taking them or if they are even still   
   alive.  What we need is information.  Where these people are being   
   taken, if there is any possibility of getting any of them out, if   
   there is some main list somewhere where with the names of the people   
   being held and if there is anything at all that can kill these beings."   
      
   "That would certainly be good to know.  All right men," the head SO   
   man said, looking around at his men finishing up their meals.  "What   
   do you say we give these nice folks a hand and see if we can come up   
   with the information they need?"  They all nodded in agreement,   
   anxious to finally be doing something positive even though this was   
   nothing that they had been training for.   
      
   "What are you thinking?"  Krycek asked.   
      
   "I'm thinking we'll head out tomorrow morning.  We've picked up some   
   road maps along the way and we'll break up into five two-man teams and   
   fan out over the country side and see what information we can come up   
   with.  It's going to take quite a while with just bikes for   
   transportation but we'll get as much of the information as we can for   
   you.  Oh, and if we find any stragglers along the way, do you want us   
   to send them back here or leave them on their own?"   
      
   "Send them here," A chorus of voices said.   
      
   Krycek nodded in agreement.  "Yes, send them here, but we've got to   
   have some way of knowing that you sent them before we'll let them in.   
    If these aliens are smart enough to carry off this invasion, they   
   will be smart enough to figure out how to disguise themselves as   
   humans if they decide they want to track us down.   
      
   "You mean a pass word or something?"  The head SO asked.   
      
   "Yes, but it has to be something they would never think of."  Krycek said.   
      
   "How about 'open sesame'?" Harry offered.   
      
   "Too obvious."  Several said.   
      
   "I know."  One of the ball players said. "A word that means nothing to   
   anyone.  How about 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'?"   
      
   "That's not a word!"  Krycek grinned.   
      
   "Oh yes it is!  It's from Mary Poppins."  One of the women said.  No   
   one would ever think of that, it's perfect."   
      
   "My God, supercalifrala….  I can't even say it.  If I get caught   
   outside, I won't be let back in."  Krycek laughed.   
      
   "It's easy.  It's part of a song."  A few of them began singing the   
   song.  "Once you learn the song, you get the rhyming words down and   
   you won't forget it.  In fact its one of those songs that once you   
   hear it you can't get it out of your head for days!"   
      
   "Ok, this is your show -- whatever word you want to go with.  Just   
   make sure you confirm your final decision with me before you leave."   
      
   "Don't worry, Krycek.  I'll teach you the song."  Harry piped up.  We   
   wouldn't want to keep you out of the valley.  At least not until you   
   get that building of yours up."   
      
   The next morning the SO men were fitted out with the best bikes, spare   
   tires, a bike repair kit, and food and water for several days.  They   
   already had binoculars, knives and some survival gear.  As they were   
   leaving the leader asked Krycek, "Is there any limitations on who we   
   bring or send back if we find anyone?  I mean, age, physical   
   condition, etc.?"   
      
   "No.  We'll be here for anyone who needs us. Just make sure you teach   
   them that stupid little song you decided on. We're in the process of   
   building some barracks and we'll build as many as we need.  We are in   
   need of a few special types though so if you do get to bring someone   
   out, we're in desperate need of a doctor.  We have two nurses but we   
   could really use a doctor.  And a plumber, and electrician, anyone   
   with construction experience, farmers, cooks.  Anyone who knows   
   anything at all about solar power or how to build and set up a   
   windmill or a water powered generator.  Anyone you think might help us   
   establish a working settlement here."   
      
   "It looks pretty damn good to me already and you've only been here a   
   few weeks."   
      
   "We have made a lot of progress but we need to make a lot more before   
   winter comes."   
      
      
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