“No, Sir. I have logs that show that IMAGE was shut down during the missile attacks,” Fai Tang said into the phone receiver.

Fai Tang rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t sure how many hours he had been at the terminal studying the log but it was too many.

“The fact is, people, at this point we don’t know our butts from our faces,” General Andrews was saying. Amber found his analogies uncomfortably crass for a senior member of the military.

As the soldier had said, the helicopter ride was long. Amber, Lawrence, and Riker had been strapped into the military transport for more six hours.

“There should be affiliates from all the major news outlets there when we arrive.” Captain Liakos said. He sat across the table from Zao. The room was packed with Zao’s command team who’s number had grown rapidly.

Although the senator was obviously crazy he was at least right about the helicopter. He was running circles in the yard shouting about toast when they first heard the blades of the chopper coming over the trees of the massive front yard.

“Why was the moon red?” Riker asked from the backseat. Amber looked to her husband, Lawrence who was driving. Lawrence explained their son’s question further.

Coast Guardsman Giles was the first to step aboard the ship. It was a massive vessel compared to Captain Liakos’ fishing boat.

Fai Tang sat in the interface room pouring over figures. His computer IMAGE had thwarted a nuclear attack from an unknown origin.

With every step that the undead stranger made forward, Captain Liakos’ eyes widened. He wondered if he ought to jump overboard,