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Journals: Book 1, Entry 09 “Joshua” There’s no quatrain for this journal entry. I guess Nostradamus didn’t see every little mess I’d walk into. Too bad. I could’ve used the warning. I got spotted by a cop in Cascade County, Montana, while checking out a lead on possible alien activity. A deputy pegged me as fugitive while I was eating my steak and eggs. I got away and made it to the woods, but the manhunt was on. A dozen sheriff’s deputies, a couple bloodhounds, and a surveillance chopper breathing down my neck. I called Eddie on the cell phone. He told me to head west and he’d meet me. If I made it… Eddie tipped me to tear up the underbrush to muck up the scent trail and confuse the dogs. It gave me enough time to make it to the river and evade the dogs. I thought I had shaken my pursuers. The leg chains thrown at my feet said different. I was caught. He had the uniform of a U.S. Marshall, but I knew otherwise. I recognized him as the alien hitman who took out Elton Beleye a little ways back. The aliens – or “Gua” – as he called them, had finally caught me. He said his name was Joshua, and his mission was to bring me in – dead or alive. With his rifle at my back, I made conversation with Joshua as we trudged through the woods. I looked for the opportunity to make a break for it. Joshua told me that my capture meant the aliens would be able to finish their study on me, seeing what made me tick. When I got the chance to turn the tables – pushing Joshua onto a spiked tree stump – I let Joshua know what kept me going: I hated the alien bastards for what they did to me and Hannah, and they weren’t taking me without a fight. With Joshua injured, I had him – and he was just the evidence I needed to expose these “Gua.” Joshua tried to stoke my rage and make me kill him. But since aliens don’t keep too well when they die, I quenched my anger by rubbing a little salt in his wound. The effect was incredible – it made Joshua euphoric. He spilled his guts. Told me about the alien home-world, that it was dying, that Earth was like a paradise to them. Joshua admitted that my success against his alien brood made him question their chances of success. He was having reservations about the Earth mission. He told me other things, too; about the divisions within the alien ranks: the Acolytes, the Empiricists, and the Osmosists – hitmen, scientists, and infiltrators. These aliens are part of a first wave invasionary force that has been on our planet for a long time. Joshua’s wound healed dramatically fast – an alien self-repair ability. The manhunt was still on, and I was running out of time. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold Joshua. The cops, and possibly more aliens, were closing in… “Joshua” Writer: Daniel Cerone Director: Jorge Montesi Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Roger Cross as Joshua, Christina Cox, Stephen E. Miller. |
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