Power Core Series 2: Presidential

Previous Chapter: Millitary

Following the mission to the small American village that ended with a number of civilians being mind controlled and then murdering each other before Naomi could destroy the frail creature responsible for the mind control.

The two asshole soldiers were in intensive care being treated for ever so slight insanity.

President Ray, the first female president of the United States, had designed her office to be a light and bright as possible, this included bright yellow wallpaper with various floral patterns on it in a slightly deeper yellow.

“We should just launch bombs at their ships and have done with it,” the President shouted.

            “And do what?” Naomi countered. “Render half the world uninhabitable?”

            “Sacrifice a few to save the rest,” she stated simply.

            “No. That is the view of a cynical terrorist leader authorising the death of his own people in order to take out one target,” Emma snapped. “You handle the ground missions, and let the people who know what they are bloody well doing handle the main mission.”

            “Fat chance, we are not leaving the fate of the planet in the hands of mentally unstable children,” Ray announced pointing directly at Connie.

            “You don’t want to start this,” Naomi warned.

            “Or what? You’ll let the Cydonians destroy us?”

            “Not completely; just enough to teach you a lesson,” Maddi smirked. “We might even help if you push us too far.”

            “What?”

            “She’s right,” Naomi added.

            “Then we’ll kill you all,” Ray countered.

            “Then you'll all die,” Connie snapped. “My Dad died stopping the first of the Cydonian ships, if you turn on us, you turn on him, and then you die. We protect our own first and foremost.”

            “How many of you are there?” the president asked, the smug look on her face giving Connie the urge to punch her.

            “Currently, there are twenty,” Connie answered.

            “Easily repe –”

            “And another five hundred waiting to have their memories returned,” Connie smirked. “And back to mentally unstable kids. I am unstable, but not for the reason you think. I have five hundred plus people’s memories locked away in my head, just waiting to pop out.”

            “Our army numbers in the hundreds of thousands.”

            “We out-tech you by at least one thousand years, and many of us are kids. Good luck explaining that to the general public,” Emma chimed in.

Naomi meanwhile had gone quiet as she began to notice extremely subtle differences in the air pressure around the White House.

The ceiling began to crack unnoticeably. Connie meanwhile was now up in the President’s face as the two of them argued over the best course of action for dealing with the Cydonians as well as her continuous threats to the Protectors and her family.

Suddenly it gave way.

“Connie!” Naomi screamed and ran across the room and tackled her daughter to the floor.

Emma and Maddi both readied themselves for conflict only to be hit in the chest by rubble being propelled at high speeds from the landing site.

            “Have fun saving this one Naomi,” the orange hooded creature snarled, the President unconscious in his arms.

            “No!” she screamed, attempting to climb to her feet but her leg to aching from the concrete slab that landed on it.

            “Your move,” it snarled causing Naomi to realise that it was the same creature that had blackmailed her for information.

            “How?” Naomi asked in a whisper as the alien floated up and into his ship hovering above the presidential building of the United States.