I felt I was slapped repeatedly in my face for such afoolish goal.Feeling a tap on my shoulder I suddenly turned, a wave simultaneouslyslammed me forw...ard and had it not been for the young man behind me, Iwould have been catapulted into the surf once again."Careful now!" my friend spoke as he caught me, and then assisted meinto a standing position. "I think you lost something?"I looked down, in his hand he held the all to familiar top I had lost inthe surf. Nodding sheepishly I took it from him. I suspected the gunfire was to make us keep our heads down while other things were being carried out. No one had been hit by the gunfire and we were easy targets, far too easy to miss unless it was intentional.Owen and Roberto ran to close the heavy disaster gate designed for real emergencies. Vicky and I ran around the back to look at the rear entrance. We made the corner just in time to see four men inside the gate. Two had automatic rifles the other two were being handed gas cans over the. There was no evidence they’d ever been there, save the small device he cradled in his arms. With the destruction of the craft, the device seemed to have lost all power. It no longer glowed blue or green, though its dark metal carried a greenish-blue iridescence when bathed in the morning light. Thomas looked around the camp. He glimpsed a bit of red peeking behind a shattered boulder. It was his pack where he’d leaned it the previous evening. Somehow it had survived, though nothing else. . I had forgotten about my invitation to go boating with their family. It was Carrie was the girlfriend of my buddy Mikes older brother, seeing my car in the drive and hearing the music in the house she assumed I was home and possibly in the bathroom she came in the house. Walking through the house quietly the kitchen the living room down the hall by the open bathroom she made her way to my room opening the door I was in absolute shock as was Carrie, " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" embarrassed.