Area 51

Nightstalkers

by

Bob Mayer

Excerpt 1 We  Have  Rift  

   

 

Chapter One Roland fired the M-240 from the hip—not approved procedure for

accuracy, but he was a former Special Forces weapons man with three combat

tours, and every 7.62-millimeter round went directly at the seventeen-inch screen

of the laptop. The golden iris emanating from the screen sucked the bullets in

like a raging ocean absorbing rain, without the slightest ripple or effect.

The laptop rested on a boulder at the foot of a mesa fourteen miles outside

of Tucson. A generator was stuttering nearby, providing power to the laptop and

having supplied energy for the initial opening of the phenomenon protecting the

computer. Roland was still in his jump harness, having just completed a high-

altitude, low-opening parachute drop through the night sky.

“Confirming a Rift,” Roland yelled into his throat mike. “Six Fireflies are

out.”

Moms’s unflappable voice replied in his earpiece. “Roger. Inbound.”

Roland released the trigger after wasting a second fifteen-round burst,

knowing bullets were now useless against the Rift. His head was on a swivel.

He’d spotted six golden sparks come out of the screen just before his feet hit the

ground, and who knew what they’d gotten into? The Rift was Doc’s problem

now. The Fireflies were the real danger.

The Snake came roaring in, wings rotating from horizontal to vertical, jet

engines pulsing, almost eerily silent as the thrust passed through sound

dampeners. Doors slid open on both sides of the delta-shaped aircraft and fast

ropes were tossed out. Four figures slid down. The fast ropes were released and

the Snake rose to over-watch height. A door slid open at the nose of the Snake

and the chain gun extended into firing position.

Racing from the discarded ropes, Moms—the team leader—led the way,

her MP-5 submachine gun at the ready. Nada was on her right with his sub,

along with Burns armed with an M-203, and Doc brought up the rear, carrying a

military-hardened laptop of his own along with a small dish transmitter.

“Eagle,” Moms ordered the pilot, “get a Wall in.”

The Snake banked and raced in a clockwise circle, five hundred meters

around the Rift, firing down probes every three hundred meters of the

circumference. When the last one was in, they were activated, forming a Wall

around the area of operations, and the Snake returned to over-watch.

Out of the corner of his eye, Roland caught movement as he shrugged off

his parachute harness. He wheeled as a coyote launched at him from twenty

meters away. An unnatural leap for a coyote and plenty of distance for Roland to

stitch it with a solid burst. But close enough that the rounds weren’t enough to

stop a creature taken over by a Firefly. The bullets barely slowed the coyote’s

flight.

It landed on Roland, teeth snapping, claws ripping at his body armor.

Moms and Nada fired at the coyote on top of him, making the Delta Force

live-fire training for hostage rescue in the Kill House at Bragg look like child’s

play. Every round hit the beast, not a one scratching Roland.

The combined force of the fusillade knocked the coyote off Roland and he

rolled in the opposite direction, bracing for what he knew would be next.

“H.E.,” Burns warned as he fired the forty-millimeter grenade launcher

underneath the rifle barrel of his M-203. The high explosive round hit the coyote

center of mass, blowing a huge chunk out of the creature’s chest and stunning it

for the moment. It had been dead since Roland’s initial burst, but the Firefly still

had enough to work with.

“Doc, forward!” Moms ordered. “Nada, cover him. Burns, finish it. Eagle,

we got one in a coyote, scan for anything living.”

Doc—a short, balding man with thick glasses—was completely out of

place among the military personnel blasting away with weapons all around him.

And yet he ran toward the growing golden iris in front of the offending laptop.

He dropped to his knees and opened up his own computer. He scrambled to

connect a FireWire cable to the dish.

Roland ignored Doc, firing his M-240 at the coyote, but despite the

damage, the remains of the coyote came toward Roland.

Burns fired again and this round blew the remnants to shreds. Roland slid

the machine gun on its sling over his shoulder and grabbed the pistol grip

attached to the tank of napalm on his back, pulling it out of its asbestos sheath.

He flamed the remains, charring it to ashes.

A golden spark of light, four inches in circumference, lifted from the

corpse, then disappeared into a wisp and then nothing.

“How many?” Moms was at Roland’s side as he slid the flamer back into

its holster and readied the machine gun once more.

“Six. One down.”

“You certain?” Moms asked as the two went back-to-back to gain 360-

degree coverage. Nada was hovering over Doc, head turning to and fro.

“Yes.”

A new voice came over the team’s net. “Got two hot to your west, moving

in tight to each other toward you,” Eagle reported from the Snake, hovering a

hundred feet overhead. “Targeting. Looks like more coyotes. I’ve got a Wall

surrounding you at five hundred meters.”

End of Excerpt

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About  the  Author    

NY  Times  bestselling  author  Bob  Mayer  has  had  over  50  books  published.    He  has  

sold   over   four   million   books,   and   is   in   demand   as   a   team-­‐building,   life-­‐changing,   and  

leadership  speaker  and  consultant   for  his  Who  Dares  Wins:    The  Green  Beret  Way   concept,  

which  he   translated   into  Write   It  Forward:  a  holistic  program   teaching  writers  how   to  be  

authors.    He  is  also  the  Co-­‐Creator  of  Cool  Gus  Publishing,  which  does  both  eBooks  and  Print  

On  Demand,  so  he  has  experience  in  both  traditional  and  non-­‐traditional  publishing.      

His   books   have   hit   the   NY   Times,   Publishers   Weekly,   Wall   Street   Journal   and  

numerous   other   bestseller   lists.   His   book   The   Jefferson   Allegiance,   was   released  

independently  and  reached  #2  overall  in  sales  on  Nook.  

Bob  Mayer  grew  up  in  the  Bronx.  After  high  school,  he  entered  West  Point  where  he  

learned   about   the   history   of   our   military   and   our   country.   During   his   four   years   at   the  

Academy  and  later  in  the  Infantry,  Mayer  questioned  the  idea  of  “mission  over  men.”  When  

he  volunteered  and  passed  selection  for  the  Special  Forces  as  a  Green  Beret,  he  felt  more  at  

ease  where  the  men  were  more  important  than  the  mission.    

Mayer’s   obsession   with   mythology   and   his   vast   knowledge   of   the   military   and  

Special  Forces,  mixed  with  his  strong  desire  to  learn  from  history,  is  the  foundation  for  his  

science   fiction   series  Atlantis,  Area  51   and  Psychic  Warrior.  Mayer   is   a  master  at  blending  

elements   of   truth   into   all   of   his   thrillers,   leaving   the   reader   questioning  what   is   real   and  

what  isn’t.  

He   took   this   same   passion   and   created   thrillers   based   in   fact   and   riddled   with  

possibilities.   His   unique   background   in   the   Special   Forces   gives   the   reader   a   sense   of  

authenticity  and  creates  a  reality  that  makes  the  reader  wonder  where  fact  ends  and  fiction  

begins.  

In  his  historical  fiction  novels,  Mayer  blends  actual  events  with  fictional  characters.  

He  doesn’t  change  history,  but  instead  changes  how  history  came  into  being.  

Mayer’s  military  background,   coupled  with  his  deep  desire   to  understand   the  past  

and  how  it  affects  our  future,  gives  his  writing  a  rich  flavor  not  to  be  missed.  

Bob  has  presented  for  over  a  thousand  organizations  both  in  the  United  States  and  

internationally,   including   keynote   presentations,   all   day   workshops,   and   multi-­‐day  

seminars.     He   has   taught   organizations   ranging   from   Maui   Writers,   to   Whidbey   Island  

Writers,  to  San  Diego  State  University,  to  the  University  of  Georgia,  to  the  Romance  Writers  

of  America  National  Convention,   to  Boston  SWAT,   the  CIA,  Fortune-­‐500,   the  Royal  Danish  

Navy  Frogman  Corps,  Microsoft,  Rotary,  IT  Teams  in  Silicon  Valley  and  many  others.    He  has  

also   served  as   a  Visiting  Writer   for  NILA  MFA  program   in  Creative  Writing.    He  has  done  

interviews   for   the  Wall   Street   Journal,   Forbes,   Sports   Illustrated,   PBS,   NPR,   the   Discovery  

Channel,   the   SyFy   channel   and   local   cable   shows.     For   more   information   see  

www.bobmayer.org.    

   

 

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the

product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance

to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is

entirely coincidental.

Area51: Nightstalkers

COPYRIGHT © 1999 by Bob Mayer, Updated 2011

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