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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3967912" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Welcome to the Show: Part 2e – Sebastian’s Story</strong></p><p></p><p>Seventy-five miles west-northwest of Karima laid a low range of shattered, black-basalt hills. Toward the western edge of the four-mile long ridge lay the tallest peak. It stood over eight hundred feet off the dunes below, two hundred feet higher than its neighbors. It was Jebel Tezma.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian plodded along alone. The driver had abandoned him. There was no going back.</p><p></p><p>Unlike its neighbors, Jebel Tezma was riddled with fissures and caverns. Inside, it was stiflingly hot. Sudden gusts of oven-hot air blasted from unseen cracks and crevices, sending black sand into Sebastian's eyes. </p><p></p><p>"Michael?" shouted Sebastian. "Are you there?”</p><p></p><p>The noise carried strangely through the shattered mountain. Sebastian's voice continued to rise and shift and came back at him from a different fissure. "Are you there?" it asked again.</p><p></p><p>"Sebastian?" came back Michael's incredulous voice. "Is that you?”</p><p></p><p>"Is that you?" asked the mountains.</p><p></p><p>"It's me!" shouted Sebastian. "Where are you?”</p><p></p><p>"Where are you!" shouted the mountain.</p><p></p><p>"Get out of--" Michael's response was cut off. "Get out!" was all the mountain said.</p><p></p><p>A humanoid form slithered out of the darkness behind him.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian whirled just as a razor sword sliced where his head had been. It was a Tuareg warrior dressed in an indigo cloak, his face wrapped in a tagelmust. A grave hissing emanated from the warrior; its laughter sounded like sand ground against glass. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian ran. For once he was glad he trained in all those marathons.</p><p></p><p>The Tuareg sheathed his blade and dropped to one knee, hefting a long antique rifle from across his back.</p><p></p><p>The stone near Sebastian's head exploded. The subsequent crack of the gunshot echoed throughout the mountain. If Sebastian hadn't been running for his life, he would have covered his ears.</p><p></p><p>"Sebastian!" shouted his brother. Was he nearer now? The place was a maze of cracks and crevices. "They use old fashioned black powder for their rifles. Use that to your advantage!”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian skidded to a halt and tore through Michael's satchel. He found the lighter.</p><p></p><p>"Your advantage!" shouted the mountain.</p><p></p><p>The Tuareg was rounded the corner, its sword out once more. It thrust the blade at him.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian dodged to the side and slammed into the nearby wall to avoid the attack. As he spun away from his assailant, Sebastian was rewarded with the powder horn used by the Tuareg.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian stumbled to the ground, cowering so the Tuareg could not see what he was doing. The Tuareg straightened and sheathed his blade.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian fumbled with the lighter. In the hot desert wind, it was difficult to get a light.</p><p></p><p>The Tuareg slowly withdrew a curved knife from its belt.</p><p></p><p>"Come on, come on!" Finally, the lighter ignited. The Tuareg advanced on him, step by step...</p><p></p><p>Sebastian uncorked the powder horn and threw it in the face of the Tuareg. </p><p></p><p>The pitch-black eyes widened in surprise as the lighter followed a moment after. </p><p></p><p>Adrenaline-fueled steps sprung Sebastian into action. He ran headlong, shouting for his brother. Behind him, the shrieks of the Tuareg, shrieks no human being would ever make, echoed and rebounded throughout the caverns.</p><p></p><p>"Here!" shouted Michael. "Here!”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian stumbled into a rough chamber. Michael was tied up on a small, wide offering alter made of a black alabaster-like stone. He ran over to his brother, half-sobbing in relief. "I knew you weren't dead!”</p><p></p><p>"Untie me!" whispered Michael. "And be quiet! What the hell are you doing out here?”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian didn't have the emotional reserves to be puzzled by his brother's anger. "Rescuing you, remember?" He untied Michael's bonds. "I have no idea how to get out of here.”</p><p></p><p>"You screwed everything up, you realize that?" Michael got to his feet, a disgusted look on his face. "We almost had him!”</p><p></p><p>"What the hell are you talking about?" Sebastian couldn't believe his ears. "Had who?”</p><p></p><p>"Labib!" Michael grabbed the satchel from Sebastian. "I lied to you about my humanitarian work to protect you! I was doing something much more dangerous. But it doesn't matter now, the mission's a wash. Now they'll go into hiding...”</p><p></p><p>"No they won't." Sebastian stared over Michael's shoulder. "Because they're right here.”</p><p></p><p>A looming Tuareg held two old-fashioned dueling pistols, one in each hand. Behind him were more obsidian orbs glared from their tagelmusts.</p><p></p><p>"Run!" Michael shoved Sebastian and then turned and ran.</p><p></p><p>Two more cracking shots tore through the chamber. Michael stumbled. Blood spurted from his leg.</p><p></p><p>"Go!" shouted Michael. "Go!”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian grabbed his brother by the arm. "I'm not leaving you here!”</p><p></p><p>They limped onwards. Behind them, the hissing laughter and looming shadows dogged their every step.</p><p></p><p>They suddenly burst into the open desert. And the hopelessness of their situation engulfed them.</p><p></p><p>The unforgiving noontime sun blazed overhead. There was no civilization visible for miles around, not even a camel. And the Tuareg from the mountains slowly filed out behind them. In unison, they reached for their rifles.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian fell to his knees. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a plan to get out...”</p><p></p><p>Michael, bleeding from his left thigh, collapsed next to him. "It's okay. It's amazing you made it this far. We can talk about it later.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian smiled at his older brother. They were covered in dust from head to toe. Was he being sarcastic? "It's my fault. I wanted you to be alive so badly, and now that I've found you, we're going to die anyway."“</p><p></p><p>The leader gave an order. The rifles were cocked behind them.</p><p></p><p>Michael nodded upwards at the sky. "Don't be so sure.”</p><p></p><p>There was the sound of gunfire, but not of ancient muskets. It was the steady metallic ring of two belt-fed chain guns from the pitch-black AH-6C Little Bird helicopter overhead. The Tuareg scattered, despite several hits that should have torn them in half.</p><p></p><p>"How did they find us?" shouted Sebastian, laughing into the wind as the helicopter churned up the desert sand.</p><p></p><p>"Don't ask how, ask who!" Michael shouted back. "Who?" mouthed Sebastian. He couldn't hear his brother anymore. Michael motioned for him to lean over.</p><p></p><p>Michael grabbed Sebastian's hand and shook it. "Congratulations!" he yelled in Sebastian's ear. "You've just been drafted into Majestic-12!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3967912, member: 3285"] [b]Welcome to the Show: Part 2e – Sebastian’s Story[/b] Seventy-five miles west-northwest of Karima laid a low range of shattered, black-basalt hills. Toward the western edge of the four-mile long ridge lay the tallest peak. It stood over eight hundred feet off the dunes below, two hundred feet higher than its neighbors. It was Jebel Tezma. Sebastian plodded along alone. The driver had abandoned him. There was no going back. Unlike its neighbors, Jebel Tezma was riddled with fissures and caverns. Inside, it was stiflingly hot. Sudden gusts of oven-hot air blasted from unseen cracks and crevices, sending black sand into Sebastian's eyes. "Michael?" shouted Sebastian. "Are you there?” The noise carried strangely through the shattered mountain. Sebastian's voice continued to rise and shift and came back at him from a different fissure. "Are you there?" it asked again. "Sebastian?" came back Michael's incredulous voice. "Is that you?” "Is that you?" asked the mountains. "It's me!" shouted Sebastian. "Where are you?” "Where are you!" shouted the mountain. "Get out of--" Michael's response was cut off. "Get out!" was all the mountain said. A humanoid form slithered out of the darkness behind him. Sebastian whirled just as a razor sword sliced where his head had been. It was a Tuareg warrior dressed in an indigo cloak, his face wrapped in a tagelmust. A grave hissing emanated from the warrior; its laughter sounded like sand ground against glass. Sebastian ran. For once he was glad he trained in all those marathons. The Tuareg sheathed his blade and dropped to one knee, hefting a long antique rifle from across his back. The stone near Sebastian's head exploded. The subsequent crack of the gunshot echoed throughout the mountain. If Sebastian hadn't been running for his life, he would have covered his ears. "Sebastian!" shouted his brother. Was he nearer now? The place was a maze of cracks and crevices. "They use old fashioned black powder for their rifles. Use that to your advantage!” Sebastian skidded to a halt and tore through Michael's satchel. He found the lighter. "Your advantage!" shouted the mountain. The Tuareg was rounded the corner, its sword out once more. It thrust the blade at him. Sebastian dodged to the side and slammed into the nearby wall to avoid the attack. As he spun away from his assailant, Sebastian was rewarded with the powder horn used by the Tuareg. Sebastian stumbled to the ground, cowering so the Tuareg could not see what he was doing. The Tuareg straightened and sheathed his blade. Sebastian fumbled with the lighter. In the hot desert wind, it was difficult to get a light. The Tuareg slowly withdrew a curved knife from its belt. "Come on, come on!" Finally, the lighter ignited. The Tuareg advanced on him, step by step... Sebastian uncorked the powder horn and threw it in the face of the Tuareg. The pitch-black eyes widened in surprise as the lighter followed a moment after. Adrenaline-fueled steps sprung Sebastian into action. He ran headlong, shouting for his brother. Behind him, the shrieks of the Tuareg, shrieks no human being would ever make, echoed and rebounded throughout the caverns. "Here!" shouted Michael. "Here!” Sebastian stumbled into a rough chamber. Michael was tied up on a small, wide offering alter made of a black alabaster-like stone. He ran over to his brother, half-sobbing in relief. "I knew you weren't dead!” "Untie me!" whispered Michael. "And be quiet! What the hell are you doing out here?” Sebastian didn't have the emotional reserves to be puzzled by his brother's anger. "Rescuing you, remember?" He untied Michael's bonds. "I have no idea how to get out of here.” "You screwed everything up, you realize that?" Michael got to his feet, a disgusted look on his face. "We almost had him!” "What the hell are you talking about?" Sebastian couldn't believe his ears. "Had who?” "Labib!" Michael grabbed the satchel from Sebastian. "I lied to you about my humanitarian work to protect you! I was doing something much more dangerous. But it doesn't matter now, the mission's a wash. Now they'll go into hiding...” "No they won't." Sebastian stared over Michael's shoulder. "Because they're right here.” A looming Tuareg held two old-fashioned dueling pistols, one in each hand. Behind him were more obsidian orbs glared from their tagelmusts. "Run!" Michael shoved Sebastian and then turned and ran. Two more cracking shots tore through the chamber. Michael stumbled. Blood spurted from his leg. "Go!" shouted Michael. "Go!” Sebastian grabbed his brother by the arm. "I'm not leaving you here!” They limped onwards. Behind them, the hissing laughter and looming shadows dogged their every step. They suddenly burst into the open desert. And the hopelessness of their situation engulfed them. The unforgiving noontime sun blazed overhead. There was no civilization visible for miles around, not even a camel. And the Tuareg from the mountains slowly filed out behind them. In unison, they reached for their rifles. Sebastian fell to his knees. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a plan to get out...” Michael, bleeding from his left thigh, collapsed next to him. "It's okay. It's amazing you made it this far. We can talk about it later.” Sebastian smiled at his older brother. They were covered in dust from head to toe. Was he being sarcastic? "It's my fault. I wanted you to be alive so badly, and now that I've found you, we're going to die anyway."“ The leader gave an order. The rifles were cocked behind them. Michael nodded upwards at the sky. "Don't be so sure.” There was the sound of gunfire, but not of ancient muskets. It was the steady metallic ring of two belt-fed chain guns from the pitch-black AH-6C Little Bird helicopter overhead. The Tuareg scattered, despite several hits that should have torn them in half. "How did they find us?" shouted Sebastian, laughing into the wind as the helicopter churned up the desert sand. "Don't ask how, ask who!" Michael shouted back. "Who?" mouthed Sebastian. He couldn't hear his brother anymore. Michael motioned for him to lean over. Michael grabbed Sebastian's hand and shook it. "Congratulations!" he yelled in Sebastian's ear. "You've just been drafted into Majestic-12!” [/QUOTE]
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