Monday March 1, 2010, 12:43 PM, Central Time Zone, GMT
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The Road Block
Frederick Sutter, Professor Holcomb and the man in black stood at the centre of their semicircle of black vans that blocked the road like a black eyelash over a baleful black eye, and glared at the line of vehicles emitting a cacophony of Boom-Boom Kitty music.
The line of vehicles stopped. A young native man stood up in the back of a pickup truck, bullhorn in hand.
'Out the way, boys, or we're going right through you!'
There was a collective catching of breath as a hundred high-powered rifles were pointed directly at him.
'These men have orders to shoot to kill!' Sutter told him. 'Surrender now, and there will be no bloodshed-!'
In orderly fashion, two-hundred young native men took up flanking positions, armed with rifles, shotguns, even old bolt-action rifles.
'You fire a single shot,' Matthew hurled back, 'and not one of you assholes is walking out of here alive! You take me out, fine. But you, and you, and you,' he gestured to Sutter, Holcomb and the man in black, 'are gonna get it first! Then, we're going after your buddies, here, and we're going to skin the lot of 'em!'
'Shoot them, you idiots!' Holcomb yelled. 'Shoot them!' He raised his arm-
Only to have it locked in a vice-like grip by the man in black.
'Shut up you idiot! There are children in those vehicles! Hundreds of them!'
'That's not our problem!' Sutter barked, cursing.
The man in black sighed. 'Put up your weapons. All of you. Look, these people are going to the ship to get it open. Isn't that enough for you?'
'We need to get our hands on that ship, you idiot!' Holcomb yelled at him, furiously.
'I wonder,' the man in black said very quietly. 'Well, I think we've all waited long enough. Let's move out!' he yelled for the benefit of his men. 'Let's go find out what's really inside that thing.'