Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon Page A

in his pants pocket.  The soldiers stood still in a state of complete confusion.   They all dropped their weapons as their hands went completely numb.  He pointed the device at the chopper disabling it.
    “What did you do to them?”  Dave asked, concerned.
    “Don’t worry. The effects are temporary.  They won’t remember what happened the past several hours.  The paralysis will wear off in an hour or so.  We better get out of here real quick.”  Garth spotted the drone as it moved closer.  He pointed the device toward it and pressed the button.  The drone crashed to the ground exploding on impact.
    “As soon as we can, I suggest ditching this vehicle,” Jepkins said.
    “Go to the first town we see and we’ll find something there,” Garth ordered.
     

                Edwards Air Force Base
                         Area 51, Nevada
     
    Malcom and Wayne stood stunned after watching the events on I-80 take place through the drone’s camera.
    “What sort of weapons do they possess?”  Malcolm pondered.
    “Sir, I lost control of the drone!” Kyle shouted.
    The screen went blank as the drone crashed.
    “Contact Sergeant Whittaker!”  Malcom ordered.
    Wayne tried contacting the chopper, but no response.  He looked over at Malcom who also looked worried. 
    “An EMP?”  Malcom asked.
    “Whatever it was also took out our soldiers, as well.”
    “We need to come up with some sort of plan,” Malcom said.  “We can’t just let them barge in here and steal the J’onn 6.”
    “What do we possess that can stop technology from the future?”  Wayne asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    Malcolm grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and called Agent Venable.  “I’m sending you a video of what just transpired on I-80.  I need you to get there ASAP.”

                        Oasis, Nevada
     
    Dave stared at his van for the last time as Garth started the black 2015 Dodge Grand Caravan sitting in the driveway of one of the few houses in the small town.  He pulled out of the driveway and drove away before the owner realized the vehicle was being stolen. 
    “I calculated a new route for us to follow.  I suggest staying off of I-80.  They probably will be looking for us on there,” Jepkins instructed.
    “I’m going to miss my van,” Dave said sadly.  “It was my mom’s.  She passed away from a heart attack a few months after purchasing it.”
    Melinda grasped his hands.  “I know how it feels to lose a loved one.  Everything left of my husband’s possessions were on the compound.  I’m not sure I’ll ever see any of it again.   As long as I keep his memory in my heart, he’ll never be forgotten.”
    “I have plenty of great memories of my mother,” he said reflecting back on all the good times.
    Melinda kissed his right cheek.
    “Thanks.”  David said blushing.  He stared at the van for one last time as they drove away.

 
               On I-80 near The Nevada State Line
     
    Sergeant Whittaker felt a tingling sensation throughout his body as the paralysis began to wear off.  He tried to remember the events that transpired on I-80 recently, but the last thing he could remember was eating a bowl of maple cinnamon oatmeal for breakfast.  He tried calling the base, but none of the equipment in the chopper was operational.  He could see a black helicopter heading in his direction.  He slowly climbed out of the chopper.  The soldiers were talking among themselves trying to figure out what had just transpired.  None of them could remember anything.
    The helicopter landed and Agent Venable walked over to him.  “My name is Agent Rick Venable.”
    “None of us can remember what happened?”
    “Maybe this video will refresh your memory.” 
    Sergeant Whittaker watched the video in amazement.  Even though he was watching what had happened, he still had no recollection of being a part of it.  He looked at the