Oblivion (Part 2: Going Back)

- No. It’s impossible!

- Read it again, please. Try to read between the lines. It’s small, its surface is reflective, and it has not been detected by the telescopes until it was too close, but too fast to be followed by the cameras in the satellites… Look at the picture. Don’t you think it is…?

- Stop it. That can’t be anything from an alien planet…

- But it can be from our planet, in another era, ahead of this time, can’t it?

- You’re trying to confuse me.

- I’m just trying to find a way, a theory, a response, a way out…

- You know I’m not a scientist. How many times do I need to remind you of this?

- You’re made of the best genetic material there was… there is… there will be… Oh, man... How can I put it right?

- Just don’t.

- Think with me. Try to think as a scientist, please. You’ve survived because you’re one of the most skilled and prepared beings. Just use your brain in a practical way.

- I survived because I was sent back in time a few seconds before the explosion… And I was not the only one, as you know.

- Think! Please?

That man with very pale skin looked very seriously at the young men in front of him and spoke his heart.

- In the era where I came from there were no such types of transports. We used to travel using time-transport terminals, which were a lot more efficient. The only vehicle I was introduced to was the one that brought me here when the planet exploded and that was absolutely outdated, but still efficient for the purpose. The man who destroyed the planed used it so not to be detected by the system which monitored the terminals. The capsule was sent to the past through a slit deliberately opened in time, by him, at the moment of the explosion. That would never have the format of your ‘Oumuamua’ thing. It might have come from the past, not the future and it’s been probably travelling for many hundred, maybe thousands of years…

- Then you agree that it is from another planet.

- I don’t agree or disagree with anything. We have very little information about it to conclude anything with a good accuracy. All we have are theories. What I said was that it did not come from the same place and time I came from...

 

The pale man looked to the two young soldiers. His eyes were showing a kind of deep sadness when he completed the sentence.

- …And to where and when I will never come back again. The only way to get in touch with the future is if someone in the future wants to get in contact with us, here in the past. There is no other way. And we know that is not possible anymore. That future is not there, anymore, anyway…

***

- I told you to stop this nonsense.

- I know. But there was a chance, anyway. And now, what?

- Now we go back to our normal lives, as usual. Let the past stay where it belongs to.

- Perhaps there is another way…

- Don’t start with this again.

The two young men looked at each other’s faces. The one wearing glasses had a distant expression and a funny grin decorating his young face.

***

- What? Didn’t you have enough of this yet? Why do you want to go back there?

- I have to. I would like you to come with me, if you don’t mind.

- I do mind, of course, but I will. That area is still forbidden, you know. Hope we don’t get in trouble.

- Nobody will ever know we’d been there.

- Anyway, we better take care. I’m sure that site is still being monitored somehow.

- We will be OK.

- Yeah. Right.

***

The young soldier wearing glasses seemed to be so far away, in the middle of the immense desolation field that their childhood village turned into, after the explosion. His eyes were filled with tears of sadness and homesickness.

The other soldier looked around in silence. He was not as distracted as his friend, but was also filled with childhood memories, when they used to play from there to the river or when they climbed the mountain and camped up there, on their summer holidays.

It was weird to be there, in the middle of what used to be their homes, watching the empty desert that land had become. The mountain was just a hill now and there was an immense crater, where the nuclear base used to be. The base disappeared completely underneath the dry and sterile soil. The desolation of the place was an evidence that it still kept radioactive activity, which kept any and every thing from growing healthy from that earth. The soldiers had taken precautions, but they knew they could not stay in that place for long, for obvious reasons.

- We’ve got to go now. There is nothing else in here that we can still see. As expected, all’s gone.

- OK. Let’s go. Could we go to the mountain before we leave for good?

- What for?

- It was over there where it all happened. I think I need to go there and resolve the situation in my head. Not all’s gone yet, you know.

- I don’t really like this, but it’s OK. We need to be quick, however.

They drove the Jeep up to the mountain through the old road to the base. Almost at the summit, they had to stop where the earth split open as a large crack, impeding them to go any further. They’d hopped off the vehicle and walked along the side of the crevice, trying to find a place where they could cross over to the other side. The opening was deep and large. They would have to jump over, if they could find a place where the distance was short enough for them to do so.

They finally got to a spot, south-eastern of the main base, where the two sides of the crack seemed to be closer to each other and decided that would be the right place to try and jump over to the other side. The young man wearing glasses ran and crossed over the open mouth of the mountain. His friend followed him. They’d climbed up to the border of the crater, which was deep and about eighty meters in diameter. The nuclear base was totally buried in the dry ground. There was no sign of what was before, for the ones who did not know the place, but not for them.

- There is nothing here anymore, as you can see. Funny how different this is now. Everything is dead buried underneath this sterile soil, just like the past now. We really have to go now. It’s too risky to be here for long.

The young man wearing glasses looked around, took a deep breath and sighed.

- Yeah.

The two friends got back their way down to the place where they could cross back again to where the Jeep was. The first one jumped over to the other side. When he hit the ground, he felt the earth quailed underneath his feet. He turned around and saw the horror on his friend’s face.

- Quick! Jump over here!

The soldier wearing glasses did as he was told to, but the earth quaked again and the crack started opening more apart. He lost his balance and fell slowly into the slit. He tried to hold on to something on the way but the earth was very dry and loose and he could not avoid sliding down.

- Oh, no! Not again!

- Hold on. Try to find something to hold on to while I get the hook and the rope we have in the Jeep.

The young man wearing glasses did not respond. He just looked down and tried to find anything that would make him stop sliding down, but that crack seemed to be hungry with its open mouth ready to slowly swallow him down its throat.

He did not shout. He just tried to stop the descending by using his fingers and feet, but all he got was more than just some scratches. He saw a kind of a metal tube hanging from the side of the wall and tried to move his body towards it. He turned around, lost his grip from the collapsing ground and jumped over the tube, which got off free from the wall and fell down with him into the deep and dark void.

***

All Along the Coastline (Part 2)

The sunlight, being filtered through the leaves of the large tree, seemed to flicker onto the face of the young man wearing glasses. He slowly opened his eyes, still half dizzy and with a terrible headache, as if he were hungover. The images were slowly coming into focus, like in a contemporary art film.

Lying uncomfortably on a dark green wooden bench in an unknown city square, all dirty and dishevelled, he could be taken by a beggar or a junkie, who had fallen asleep in the open, for lack of a better place. The few passers-by dodged as if he were dangerous or inconvenient to their decent beings. He sat up and looked around. He did not know where he was. From the position of the sun in the sky, it seemed it was already mid-day, but he had no idea how he ended up in a place like that. He could smell fresh and spicy food in the air and he felt hungry. He tried to reach his wallet, but without much hope of finding it. He felt stolen and it made him angry and nervous. He did not know where he was and did not know how to get help. He looked around again. He needed to wash, change clothes, and eat something.

- These are really the greatest holidays of all!

The irony came into the mind of the young man who made an effort to get up and start walking. His head was spinning. He halted and waited a little, trying to regain his strength. He took a deep breath and walked, determined not to let himself fall, nor lose his balance, at any cost.

- What the hell! I'm a trained soldier. I will not fall here, now. I must reach the sea, or the river, at least.

He looked up to try and follow the course of the sun in the sky. He heard the toll of a church bell. He looked around, trying to find out where the sound came from. If there was a bell, there was a church and probably a clock. He crossed the square and saw that he was well ahead of a small chapel. Its facade was all decorated with painted tiles. The clock marked 1:15.

He walked toward the chapel, which was in the highest part of the place. Behind it, he saw the river flowing to his left. That was certainly the direction of the sea. He ran his hand through his rumpled clothes and strode down the narrow street.

***

The strange-looking man, dressed in a tailored, dark suit, made to order, walked slowly to the window. His brows were furrowed and his face was heavy. He seemed to be very worried.

The sun was shining outside on a typical summer day. The air-conditioned room set for the constant temperature of eighteen degrees Celsius, was furnished with but a few practical pieces. Besides a large table with a dozen chairs, there was only a small counter, discreetly installed in a niche at the corner of the room, with a modern coffee machine. It was on the second floor of the building, in the farthest room from the entrance, where important decisions were made, and often these had quite significant consequences in the food industry. N. & M. Enterprises also had an influence on businesses not as innocent as food production, but few people knew for sure what type of businesses they were.

The man watched the movement that was happening at that moment, at the ground floor, without moving any muscle of his inexpressive face. He looked up and concentrated on a spot beyond the well-designed garden, next to a small grove beyond, practically hidden from anyone who’d come from the front of the building.

Carefully chosen, the quieter and more discreet office was in the back of the building. A white van with large red letters painted on both sides was parked outside, close to the street. He ran a very pale hand over the top of his bald head and down to his face with no trace of beard.

The door opened behind him and he heard the secretary's voice, low, but very firm:

- They are here.

The man took a deep breath and turned slowly.

- It's about time. Bring them in.

The secretary left and returned shortly thereafter with two men dressed in black and another man, younger than both of them. A little farther back, another security guard was dragging one other young man, who wore tortoise shell frame glasses and had his clothes very dirty and wrinkled. This latter one was still looking unconscious.

***

- No. They know nothing. That must have been an unfortunate accident. A coincidence...

- But they will now suspect that there is something big behind this whole story. In fact, they are not fools. They must have suspected by now...

- We have to get rid of them. We cannot leave loose ends.

- We have already left. Now we have to fix all this mess.

- With care and a good plan, and to leave no shadow of doubt about our integrity...

- Certainly. N.M.E. must not be associated with any type of scam. We have to remain unsuspected. The success of this company depends on our discretion and certain secrets.

- We will be very careful. I’ll take care of it. Leave it to me.

The man looked serious at the Chief of Security and did not seem very convinced, but nodded slightly, so that the man would leave immediately and he could be alone in the room. He needed time on his own to think.

***

The river seemed calm, quietly running toward the sea. The young man approached the shoreline and stepped into the cool water. The feeling was good. He washed his face and head with that water. He felt like swimming a little. For a moment he forgot that he did not know exactly where he was and that he had no idea how he had ended up there.

He continued his trip toward the sea. Minutes later, when he was already at the beach, he saw the old windmills. He did not recognize the place, but moved on. He needed to find some answers. Afraid he could be misunderstood, with his clothes in that state, he decided to avoid direct contact with the people who passed by him as he walked along the waterfront.

Further on, he spotted a service station, walked to there, and got in. He took a look around and saw that besides a young attendant behind the counter, there was only another man, dressed in a dark suit, sitting with his back to the door and drinking coffee. With that heat, it did not seem like the best outfit to wear, but who was him to find anything strange, after all. Before he spoke to the attendant, the door behind him opened and he saw a bigger man, also dressed in a dark suit, coming in. He did not notice that a white van was parked outside. He just felt a blow and began to fall into a dark pit.

***

- Are you fine?

- Look at me. Do I look good? I'm all dirty, I've been beaten, drugged, dragged and I do not know what's going on. How can I be fine?

- You’re right. It was a stupid question...

- Where have you been? Who are these people?

- I can only say what I know and it’s not that much.

- You were with them at the boarding house. The lady at the front desk told me.

- Yes. I was under a gun. I tried to look natural, not to raise any more confusion, or to be killed right there. These men are dangerous.

- Who are they?

- They work for N.M.E., a company linked to the food industry, but this is just a facade. There's more behind it all.

- And how do you know all these things?

- I pretended I was unconscious and heard their conversation. There is much more that appearances want to show in here.

- And why are we involved in it?

- We were in the wrong place at the wrong time... and we still are...

- Are we?

- They do not know who we are, but they want to get rid of us. We have to find a way out of here.

- How? If they're going to kill us... What's the way out?

- They want it to look like an accident. I heard them talking to their boss. We may have a chance, but it will depend on how many of those gorillas we have to deal with.

- Face armed men, that size? Bad idea. Bad idea!

- Have you got a better one?

***

"Everything was so well planned, so carefully planned before..."

The man tried to find a flaw in the procedure, but he could not.

"Why did these meddlers have to appear at that time? How could it not be foreseen? What detail has passed, so unnoticed? "

He had no doubt that he was going to make a lot of money and change the course of humanity when that little detail was sorted out. He was going to be a very rich and powerful man. His ambition was limitless and overriding many principles, including those related to scruples.

But that interference, at that moment, was not welcome and had to be resolved, effectively and efficiently... And very soon!

- What the hell!

He picked up the phone and dialled a known number. In less than two minutes the Chief of Security rushed into the large room. The man had his back to the door. Without turning to greet the newcomer, he spoke, low, steady and trying to control his emotions to the extreme.

- Take care of those two. And try not to leave any hint of flaws. Now leave!

- Yes sir.

The Chief of Security left, carefully closing the door behind him. He knew his boss very well. That whole control was just a protective cover. He must have been on the verge of exploding.

The man turned his attention back to a place beyond the large, well-designed and neat garden. He could see the pine forest right at the end. The flower bed around the garden was covered by blackwood and other types of asclepius, planted both to provide a fine effect to the eyes and also with a very specific purpose. The man saw the butterflies flying around the colourful little flowers and smiled.

While he was absently observing that beautiful creation, a door opened on the left side of the garden and a group of men crossed the courtyard. Two of them, dressed in dark suits, carried visibly and ostensibly powerful automatic weapons.

All Along the Coastline (Part 1)

- By car?

- Yes. Why not?

- You know I hate to travel by car especially that far away. We could go by plane and get there in a few hours. That will take long boring days...

- Stop being a pain. The country is not even that big. It'll be fun. Take it as an adventure.

- That's what scares me. I remember very well what kind of adventure we had to go through the other times... and who had been screwed up in the end...

- How unfair. We always do well... at least in the end, anyway... Besides, going by car, we'll have more control of the whole trip. The intention is to rest and to have some fun. Let's drive all the way down just along the coast. We stop on the way, when we're tired, and we'll just do whatever we want.

The young man wearing glasses looked at his friend, not at all convinced that the argument was sustainable. It might have been a good idea, but he already knew what kind of adventures they were getting into. But the other man, totally thrilled with the idea, was not going to be demoted of it, so easily. He knew he was going to lose his argument, so he gave up without even saying it out loud.

- I've already received the confirmation of the permission to go on a leave. We will have two whole weeks, just to rest and do whatever we want to. I already rented a car... And, of course, we'll take the tent along with us, in case we need it, if we cannot find where to stay, anytime. It can be even cheaper if we camp sometimes and sleep in the tent for a night nor two.

- Why do you always do these things without telling me first?

- If I’d told you, you would start with unnecessary arguments and excuses, and it would take me much longer, until I got authorization and started the booking process and stuff.

- See?

- That's why I moved on. So you just have to pack your rucksack and enjoy it.

The other man threw himself into the bed of the room that they shared in the army barracks. He knew his friend was right, in a way. They needed holidays and a good and nice rest. Whenever they went out together, however, something unusual happened, leaving them with more action than they needed. This time, however, he did not feel that apprehension he felt on previous times, which seemed to be a good sign.

- I give up arguing with you! When are we going?

- In the morning. We must leave early to enjoy the day. The car is already available. 

The young man got up and looked at the other one with a desperate look. He would not even have time to get used to the idea. He would barely have time to stuff his backpack in. At least they'd have a break from the army life... And they deserved those two weeks of rest. Now, however, he had to hurry and get ready.

Amazing how his mind worked at high speed when he was under pressure.

All he had to do was put a few clothes in - they were going to be on the beach longer than anywhere else - sunblock, a hat, shorts and flip flops... What else?

The room seemed more vivacious and full of life, in that momentary burst of luggage packing.

The young soldier stood by the window and closed his eyes. A soft, cool night breeze brushed his cheek. For a moment it seemed he could already feel the soft white sand touching his toes and the refreshing water of the sea washing his legs...

***

A hot and dry day, as the summer days should be, dawned behind the hills in an explosion of warm colours. The two friends were all dressed up and ready to leave and their backpacks were placed in the back of the rented car. They would stop at the first service station down the road and have a quick breakfast, so they did not waste much time. They did not want to get to the beach too late in the morning. The first part of the trip should take around three hours to the coast, where they would start driving down the sea shore, going southbound.

A little more than three hours later, standing in front of the mouth of the river, the two young men inhaled the pleasant salty air of the sea and the river. Nature was calm and inviting. In fact, it did not even require a special invitation for the two of them to go down to the beach and dive into the water.

***

- That's what I call life! No worries about tomorrow... or the day after tomorrow...

- Ahahah ... you bet. And we do not have any type of schedules for anything. It's good to rest from the rigidity of the Army, at least once in a while.

- By the way, I'm hungry. Let's have a bite to eat and then take some time off before we hit the road.

- We can continue the trip later or tomorrow only. We are not in a hurry. It's so good here and it's quiet enough...

- Let's see if we can get a place to sleep at one of the local inns tonight then. We can enjoy the day, go to sleep when we want and go back to the road tomorrow morning.

- OK. Sounds good to me.

 ***

A nice plate of grilled fish, accompanied by a ripe white wine, very fresh, followed by a mango mousse and a strong coffee, were enough to leave the young men satisfied and in very good frame of mind.

The night was quite pleasant, with no wind, although it was not hot. The two had chosen a restaurant with a terrace facing the sea, not far from the inn, where they would spend the night before going back to hit the road next morning.

- It was a good thing deciding to stay here tonight. I like this quietness here. For me, we can even stay longer.

- I know. But if we do not continue the trip, we may miss seeing more interesting things on the way... We can come back earlier and spend another night or two here again anyway.

- That's not a bad idea at all...

- Let's go for a walk on the beach and enjoy this lovely evening. I need to walk a little after all this food and wine... I’m so full…

They paid the bill and got up. 

A white van stopped in the street outside the restaurant, unnoticed by both of them. On its side, painted in red, the three letters, N.M.E., called no more attention than the vehicle itself.

The two men went down the three roughly cut granite steps and began to walk along the shoreline, with their flip-flops in one hand and a newly purchased beer can in the other. Despite the pleasant evening, the beach was almost deserted, which was no impediment for a healthy walk.

A flash of lightning struck the sky from the front of them, drawing their attention, especially as the sky seemed clean and starry. It looked like a small comet, but it seemed to be very low. The sound of something hard hitting the sea, right behind where they came from, made them stop and look back.

The light from the poles reflected on the strange metallic object, floating in the salty water and swaying with the waves, still smoking, not far from where they were.

The two did not hesitate and dropped their flip-flops and beer cans, jumping into the water and swimming with energy, toward the smouldering object. A few meters away, other men also got into the sea at the same time and with the same intention. The two groups arrived together to where the metal capsule was and joining forces began to drag it to the beach. 

The two friends did not pay much attention to the other men who helped them in the rescue, thinking they were random passers-by, who noticed their efforts and decided to help, being as curious as they were.

They could not be more mistaken...

***

- Hey! Are you all right?

- I think so. What happened?

- You slept on the beach. You must have been very drunk.

- What? No!

The man wearing glasses was nauseous and his head was very sore. He looked like he had a horrible hangover, but he could not remember drinking that much.

The fishermen found the two young men asleep on the beach when they were on their way to the sea. The men were only in shorts and seemed to be cold because they were bent like babies. The sun was still a thin, pale band of light rising up on the horizon in the pleasant cool summer morning. Next to their bodies there were a few empty beer cans.

-What happened to the metal sphere we took out of the sea?

- Did you take drugs?

- Of course not! We took the ball out of the water, with the help of some men. We thought they were fishermen or tourists...

- You'd better tell another story, if anyone asks. This one will not get you out of trouble. Are you staying around here?

- At the boarding house.

 The men laughed.

- Then you have just lost the cost of the daily rate sleeping on the beach. If you're okay, better go back to the boarding house and take a good shower and dress clean clothes. You are covered in sand and stinking of sweat and alcohol.

The two guys picked up their belongings scattered on the beach, thanked the fishermen and went up the street, towards their quarters. A red mark on their backs went completely unnoticed until they were alone, after taking a good warm shower and getting dressed to continue the journey.

- What is it? There is a red mark on your back. It looks like it’s burned out.

- You have one too, but yours is closer to the side... How strange! It looks like an electric burn... something like a... a Taser, maybe?

 The two soldiers looked at each other and began to suspect that there was more mystery than they could have imagined in that story.

- We were knocked over and left on the beach. Those men…

- ... They robbed us ... They were thieves!

- Do you think they were mere thieves? And by stealing what they did, they took what was not ours... So why did they help us?

- We were used to help get that ball out of the water. Our help was used, because we were at hand. What was it that was so important in that metallic sphere?

- I do not know, but I do NOT want to know. Let's get ourselves out of here as soon as possible. I know this look... You're starting to think about putting us in big trouble. Let's go before it gets too late to come back.

The young man was frowning and his mind was working at high speed. He repeated the thought aloud.

- What could there be, so interesting or important, in that sphere, that led them to take us down and remove it from here, but not before making us look like two drunks lying on the beach? Why the concern in making us look like junky fools?

- Think. If we were drunk or drugged we could tell any story and that would be taken as a hallucination... no one would ever believe in us.

- It is true…

- But if for all intents and purposes we are only tourists on holidays, why would anyone be so concerned about making fools out of ourselves?

- That's what we need to find out.

- Oh! No, no and no! We are on holidays and we will not look for trouble. It's not right and it's not fair.

- What is wrong is to get out of here, leaving the idea that we are two junkies, who tell lies and sleep drugged on the beach... It's a matter of honour. Imagine if the army knows that...

***  

- The car's ready. I got my lunch and my backpack. We just need to check out and leave.

- I'll finish packing mine too. You can go down to the reception, to check out and I'll follow soon, then.

A few minutes later, when he came down with his backpack in hand, the man wearing glasses did not see his friend. When asked about him, the maid attending the reception informed that he was talking to two men and that the three of them went out in a white van.

- And he did not leave me a message?

- He did not say anything when he left with the two men after paying the bill. He still looked back, before getting into the van, but he did not look worried. For all that matters, I remember that there were three letters painted in red on the side: N.M.E.

- And now, this one! Where did he go?

As he walked out in the direction of the car, which was parked in front of the boarding house, the young man noticed that the front tire was flat. He looked around to see if he could see anyone. At that hour of the morning, even before the sun was any far above the horizon, the streets were still empty. He walked around the car and opened the trunk, taking out the spare tire, the wheel wrench and the jack, with feelings varying between the angry and the confused.

As he bent down to begin unscrewing the tire locking nuts, he heard a noise behind him and felt someone touch his arm. Even before he could see who was behind him, he felt a sting in the back of his neck and everything went black immediately.

The Barcode (Final)

A pleasant and refreshing wind blew hard against the two young men, as soon as the airport exit door opened and they found themselves on the outside, where series of taxis were queuing and departing with passengers and their luggage in a frantic and almost constant pace.

A dark-haired man in his mid-thirties, came up and asked where they were going to, but the two young men were focused on looking for a familiar head among the many who were standing along the boardwalk. The man insisted, but the two said they were waiting for someone, giving him less importance than he wanted.

The airport sliding doors opened and closed every few seconds, but they did not spot who they had hoped to see.

- I'm going back inside. Something might have happened...

- No. You're not! Do you think that in the midst of this mess, you'll find someone? Let's get out of here before it's too late. Enough of this story and these strange people.

The man, who was still around, insisted in offering them a different shuttle service, cheaper than the taxis. They tried to dismiss him, but he was very persistent. The boys then realized that if they were going to take a standard taxi they would have to wait in a line, which seemed to get longer as the minutes passed on and the cars were not so many anymore, so they decided to accept the other man’s offer.

- OK. OK. Where's the car?

- Right there, sir, in the parking lot. I cannot stop here, as I am not registered in this 'mafia' of airport taxis.

He was clearly dissatisfied with the existing system and just shook his head and moved on, with the two young men following him to where the car would be.

The boy wearing glasses still looked back one last time to make sure he would see the girl, but, amid the tumultuous back-and-forth of people on the sidewalk, it would be impossible to distinguish her head, among so many others. The other man just pulled him by the arm.

- Let's go! Forget it. It is time to go back to the base and to our normal life. It seems that even on holidays we still can’t stay away from these scrapes!

Shaking his head gloomily, the young man crossed the street and entered the parking lot, where the driver was waiting by the car, a shining black van. Someone had spent some time polishing it, contrary to what they would expect. The windows were covered with dark film which was the standard use in the transport cars of the second largest city in the country.

The man was dressed as a chauffeur with a black suit and a white shirt. His tie was in chalk stripe patterns, inclined at an angle to the right in different shades of blue, ranging from cerulean to cobalt on a navy blue background.

He opened the car trunk and carefully accommodated their backpacks in there. The two got into the back of the car, buckled their seat belts and told him where they wanted to go to. The man turned the ignition on and the door locks were automatically activated. He drove around and through the gate, which automatically opened and got out of the parking lot.

Turning right, on the street parallel to the main avenue, he slowed down and pulled over. The passenger front door was opened and a young woman, her hair arranged in a long black braid, came in and sat down beside him. She buckled the seat belt and said, without looking back:

- Let's go. Fast!

The two passengers were speechless. The driver sped up and it was only then that they realized that beneath the dark hair on the back of his head, the tip of a tattoo they knew very well appeared and caused them not only astonishment but also a certain fear.

***

The car, parked in an almost deserted area of ​​a large park of containers, was almost incognito at the appropriate place where a meeting could go practically unsuspected. The driver was standing in front of the car, talking to the girl. The two young men were locked in the car, unable to leave or hear the conversation, but could see that there was some conflict between them.

Another black car approached and stopped right in front of the first one. A large man with the shaved head, wearing a tight black t-shirt evidencing the muscles of his arms and torso came out of it. It was the character that was missing and that they had seen before on several other occasions.

The man exchanged a few words with his colleagues and came toward the other car, where the two boys were locked in.

- Who are you, anyway? Any terrorist group or is it part of a crazy sect? What do you want from us?

The boy wearing glasses was impatient and angry. That story seemed to be going too far and, up to that moment, completely beyond their understanding. His friend, who was still quiet, feared for their lives, but did not comment anything at all. He waited for the man with shaved head, who seemed to be their leader, to speak.

- This is not a crazy sect. We are trained soldiers just like you.

- Soldiers? Trained soldiers for battle? A war?

It was the girl who replied.

- Not exactly. More on the contrary... to prevent one...

- What war?

- A stupid and silent war: the self-destruction of mankind...

- That's crazy! And why are we involved in it, anyway?

- Our presence was never supposed to be noticed. We thought we were being unsuspected until you followed us the first time. Interference of any kind could jeopardize the success of what we had to do... and this could have very serious consequences in the future.

- In the future? This conversation is totally meaningless. You cannot be taken seriously. This is insane.

The young man wearing glasses thought he was dealing with a group of fundamentalists, in which a strange brainwashing was given, making them dangerous and fearless terrorists, with homicidal and probably also suicidal dispositions.

- And you were sent by whom, for God's sake?

- The correct question is not 'by whom?' More properly, it should be: 'from where?'... Or perhaps, even better, 'from when?'...

The two young soldiers looked at each other.

- We came from the future. Our mission is to prevent the uncontrolled overpopulation before it is too late.

The soldier tried to keep calm, knowing that those people were completely demented and, to make matters worse, they believed what they were saying. He, however, had to ask a question, which seemed crucial at the time.

- And how will you do it?

- Using a more effective and permanent contraception method. In fact, the objective is to sterilize more than sixty percent of mankind.

- But that's crazy! How can it be humanly possible?

- This is only a preventive measure, like so many others that have happened in the history. People do not realize that the objective is much deeper. Sterilization is only part of the plan and is for the greater good.

- Castrate more than half the population is a greater good? Don’t you think you are being too radical and senseless?

- Not really! In the future we are devoid of a number of weaknesses that people of this time have and that are considered risky behaviours. This action is necessary for the science to advance. No one will notice anything, because the effect is not obvious. Until scientists reckon that humanity was somehow poisoned, it will take a while. When those responsible realize, it will be almost too late. The Earth aged and barren population will lead to a radical drop in its growth. Science will have to rush with control actions to curb the inevitable decline of the human race. Cloning is the only way out... and the necessary evil... We have already planted a tiny seed in the minds of the researchers of a certain laboratory, using money to be invested in biotechnology. We need to be taken seriously and to a lesser term, to help us help the future...

- We ourselves have been produced in a controlled series, with the best genetic material, scientifically engineered to be fault-free and physically invulnerable by the same laboratory. We are marked with bar codes instead of names. In our case, we have a mission to accomplish and a predefined lifetime. None of us has existed for over a year, unless...

The man with the shaved head directed a very meaningful glare at her. She still looked at the 'driver' who, until then, remained silent, but she could not finish the sentence.

One of the young soldiers did not realize the subtlety of what happened at that time. Although still in doubt, he was more concerned to explore all the possibilities and try to understand the story. Were those people really sent soldiers from the future? The speech was, in a way, quite credible, although extremely fantastic.

- And the rest of the planet will continue untouched? What will happen in the future with the animals, plants, the sea and all this beauty?

- Nothing like those will exist any longer, if we leave things as they are. The uncontrolled growth in population will result in a very serious problem, with exponential effects and a lack of sustainability, which will lead to a consequent global crisis. Hunger will create chaos and despair. Consequently, the destruction will also be exponential. Even the money and riches will have no value, since there will be nothing much to buy and the production will be inadequate to meet all needs. That is why we were sent to take urgent action before it was too late. Indeed, it is already quite late and the lab itself is in great danger...

- The process, now, however, has already started. There is no time to undo it. It is impossible to go back...

- Already? In what way?

- In many parts of the world, our soldiers have followed the orders received, exactly, triggering one calculatedly efficient and effective process. The effects of this will be perceived too late. There will be no way to reverse what has been unleashed in the recent days. Our mission here is complete. Now we just have to go back to the time where we came from.

- So why did you bring us here?

- To prevent your interference would spread the panic around. When you began to follow us, we were afraid that you would put the operation at risk. When we parted, we created a necessary distraction and ensured that the plan would still go on, without any interference.

- But we can boycott this plan. This can still go very wrong...

- Do you think you have a chance? You will not even know where to start. You don’t know the procedure or what have been started. If you want to denounce us, as if that were even possible, what evidence would you have to show? You will be taken as crazy or drug addicts. Everything will sound like a distant dream or any schizophrenic hallucination... Moreover, we will no longer be around here... 

The shaved-headed man looked at the other man and stopped talking.

The boy wearing glasses soon realized that there was a subliminal message in that break, but did not ask anything. What could this man, seemingly harmless, have, that nagged these people?

***

- We have to go back. We have very little time now.

A phone rang. The man answered, frowning.

- But that was not in the plans!

A rather altered voice was heard on the other end. The man was silent, listened and finally relented.

- OK. So will be!

When he switched it off, he walked silently to the car and came back within a few seconds with an automatic gun in his hand. The soldiers realized that is was fitted with a silencer...

Before anyone could even express any reaction, he pointed the gun and fired without hesitation, to the surprise of everyone.

The young woman fell, with a bullet hole in her head, and a broad line of blood dripping like a thick red stream on the grass.

The man then turned around and pointed to the driver, pressing the trigger again.

The driver, in an unexpected and desperate gesture, threw himself against the other man and the two began a strange fight. The two young soldiers joined immediately to help immobilize the killer, knocking him to the ground.

In the confusion, as always happens when you dispute the possession of a loaded gun, there was the sound of a muffled shot. And then, the group stopped fighting...

***

The driver, who had been injured seconds before starting the fight, lay on his back, unconscious, with part of his head covered with blood, a little behind the two young men. The man with shaven head, who had triggered the weapon against his own body during the fight, had a dark and wet stain spreading in the middle of his chest and tinting the ground red, almost next to the body of the murdered girl. The gun was still in his hand and his finger still on the trigger...

The two young soldiers got up and started walking quickly toward the black van. The driver moved as they passed by him. He rubbed his head and moaned, touching the still bleeding wound. The two soldiers got down and without much thought, carried him away with them to the car in which they were before, tucking him in the back seat and leaving at high speed.

***

The sea was calm, as if all the storms of all times, had gone for once and as if the waves and the movement of water were only the chords of a soft lullaby or a repetitive and soothing mantra.

The three men were standing side by side, each with their own thoughts, watching the sea and a few people passing by, without realizing what was happening behind the scenes of life and that could put them in serious danger. The young man wearing glasses broke the silence.

- We have not decided what we will do with the information we were given...

- We will not do anything. That cannot be taken seriously. It was crazy... We will never know the truth...

The two young soldiers looked at the other man, who remained impassive, without any reaction to what they have just said. His life was saved by the two and he owed them more than a simple thank you. The man took a deep breath as if his intention was to absorb the iodine and salty air from the ocean one last time. He closed his eyes for a moment, then spoke quietly.

- We have avoided talking about this for a long time...

- Maybe it's more than time to talk even.

- There is not much else to talk about. I don’t remember much before the incident... accident... whatever it was...

- Great! What a beautiful story! And we will never be able to confirm anything, after all.

- I remember taking part in a very hard military training... and to have been sent before this group of soldiers... I recall having poured the drug in the water supplies... then everything else is blurry and confusing...

- The drug in the water? Was it the method used to sterilize the population? That’s madness...

- It was necessary. That's what we were sent here for. The laboratory was under pressure and the invasion was imminent... Funny I do not remember anything before the training... as if it had never happened...

- Or as if it had been erased from your memory... for some reason...

The man stopped talking and closed his eyes again, leaning on the metal guard rail at the beach front with his head hanging down.

The two soldiers did not know what to think, say or do... Those memory fragments absurdly told a compelling and, at the same time, misplaced story, but it made no connection with any kind of reality whatsoever.

Military training, secret labs, time travellers... what sense could they make in the end?

If the story was real and actually happened, it was lost in the reminiscences of a wounded soldier with memory problems. And how would they know what to do?

***

- I don’t understand. If the soldiers never came back and everything that happened was not even a mass delusion, how will the scientists know whether the plan worked or not?

- The explanation is very simple. If we change the past, there won’t be the same future that led us back to it... For all practical purposes, in fact, they never existed anyway... They could not go back to a future that will no longer exist... at least not the way they saw or lived in!

- And as scary as it may seem, we will never know if the plan worked, because we will never get to that future... It's a dead end!

- Oh my God! This is madness!

The young man took his glasses off and ran his hands over his face, looking completely confused.

A man approached and asked if they had matches to light his cigarette. They said they didn’t and the stranger thanked and kept walking without looking back. He ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his coat collar…

…It was not quick enough however to hide the small tattoo he had on the back of his neck depicting a barcode...

The Barcode (Part 2)

- How did they disappear like that?

- I don’t know. But it seems to me this is not a very good sign. Who are they, anyway?

- I don’t know either, but I'd love to find out...

- I don’t think we will meet them again. Unless…

A disturbing thought crossed the mind of the boy wearing glasses, interrupting the flow of words. The other young man soon realized what he meant and shook his head negatively.

- No... no... no... I can’t believe it. It cannot be…

He scratched his head, as if looking for a way to get rid of his bad thoughts.

- Or can it?

- We both know very well that everything is possible... every and anything!

- We won’t have time to find out anyway. We’ve got to go back to the Army tomorrow... Thankfully...

- Or not…

- What do you mean by “or not”?

***

- Be quiet and still and I'll let you go free. Promise you will not scream. I don’t want to hurt you... unless it is really necessary... and if it is, you know I will really hurt you.

She agreed. He loosened the hand and arm slowly, allowing her to be freed, but under his careful vigilance.

- Are you insane? You cannot expose yourself like that. Have you realized you’d be risking ourselves, running through the crowd like that? Do you know the danger in which we have been placed?

- Apparently the one who was too exposed was not me. Look at you. Why were those two guys following us? It did not seem to me it was merely by chance...

- They're just a pair of nosy young men. We can handle it, but not now. We have more important things to deal with. Our task is more vital now. Time is not standing still and we are running out of any left very fast.

- This is really essential or is it in fact a big mistake? Or perhaps it is just a whim, not wanting to accept the inevitable?

- Whim? Survival is a whim, now? And where does this doubt came from, like this, out of the blue?

She looked at the big man, seriously and firmly. Her face was grave and somewhat challenging. Deep in her eyes there were traces of a sad awareness. The right seemed no longer so right and the obvious was not so obvious anymore...

Her eyes seemed to defocus and her expression changed suddenly, from defiant to wistfully anguished.

- I still cannot say for sure. Something tells me that this sacrifice will not bring the expected result.

That evidence of a doubtful mind, her speech and her behaviour were not normal and neither showed a good sign to the man...

They were not actually trained or programmed to question the purpose of a task assigned to them. Either they would go ahead to full completion or they would jeopardize much more than the simple conclusion of a considered too important mission.

To ensure survival at any cost was definitely a great responsibility... and not just for the two of them... only perhaps it would never be seen as such... unfortunately...

That was the heroic and sad fate of the anonymous soldiers.

***

- Our flight is only late this afternoon. Let's put our things together and spend the afternoon at the Public Marketplace, one last time. From there we’ll go straight to the airport.

Although it was not his favourite place, the young man wearing glasses agreed with the friend’s plans. He was hoping to meet the girl with braided hair, but did not express his desire aloud. The other thought his lack of protest was unusual, but kept quiet. He wanted to enjoy the last few hours on the island before heading back to their normal hard lives. Maybe they would not come back so soon ... maybe they would not come back ever again...

- Let's 'check out' and leave so we can make good use of the time we have left here.

Shortly after, the two friends went out with rucksacks on their backs toward the Public Market. In the minds of the two there were different purposes, mixed with some authentic concerns.

***

- It's almost time to go back. We have to leave here and complete our task as soon as possible. The two most populous cities of the country are already prepared. We just need to 'pull the trigger', so to speak. Also we no longer need to come back here. We will be taken back from there... the two of us... apart from each other...

- I don’t want to go. I do not believe we will succeed in this crazy enterprise...

- And since when you have this option?

- And what if it does not work? What if…

The man interrupted irritated.

- If this... If that... too many IF’s! We’ll only know IF we finish what we've come here for... This is the only IF that really matters! Now, stop this nonsense and let's go!

***

- Don’t you turn around now. Pretend you are interested in something else right there in front of you.

- Okay, but tell me what's going on...

- Barcode is enough of a hint to you?

The boy wearing glasses stopped, as if frozen. His disappointment for not having seen the girl at the Public Marketplace disappeared immediately. For some strange reason he felt a shiver going up and down his spine.

- They are going to different doors. I think they will split. She is coming to this side, closer to this door. You can look now… but just turn around very carefully…

The boy wearing glasses pretended to be distracted and looked toward the door, where passengers began queuing in response to the call that had just been heard from the speakers of the small airport waiting room. The two friends rose and followed the line, showing little interest in almost everything except to the girl with very black hair, a dozen steps ahead of them.

Soon the door opened and the passengers moved ahead, crossing it after showing their documents and proceeding to the aircraft that had just been prepared to take off in minutes. The shaven-headed man drove a last stare at the girl, who walked through the door and proceeded forward, without looking back. The man was probably making sure that she would not give up.

The two young men crossed the sliding door soon after, with their eyes fixed on the girl wearing the hair arranged in a long dark braid, who could hardly hide an unusual and intriguing tattoo. They quickened their pace to get closer and observe where she would sit. Maybe they could get in touch somehow...

When they reached the small door of the large airplane, the slow agglomeration of passengers organising their hand luggage and looking for seats distracted them.

- Good afternoon. Welcome. Seats, please... that side, please.

The flight attendant directed the passengers through and separated them in two rows, in order to expedite the boarding. The two young men were then more concerned with allocating their own luggage above the seats. The boy wearing glasses hastened to leave the backpack in the overhead compartment and to seek, quickly, for a known figure more in the background, before taking his own seat.

- Excuse me. Excuse me, please…

The flight attendant went on with hurried steps in the direction of the rear of the aircraft. The hair tied neatly in a bun behind her head barely hid a small dark mark... a tattoo...

The boy wearing glasses was livid when he saw her approach the dark haired girl and give her a small package. The girl looked at her with an uncertain air and sat down, very serious. The other woman was positioned in the back row, where she could watch that specific female passenger very closely...

- Sir, please sit down and fasten the seat belt. We are ready to take off...

The young man sat down and whispered to his friend:

- There is something very wrong here.

Then he told his mate what he had just seen and they both agreed that they were witnessing a strange sequence of events. Halfway through the flight, when things looked more controlled, although still intrigued and when returning from the toilet, the boy wearing glasses felt someone walked past, bumping him the moment he bent over to ward off the seat seatbelt before sitting back down. He moved his body to the front and let a girl pass by.

- What's that falling out of your pocket?

The boy pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket, which was not there before. He unfolded it and saw a small note written with a not very common lettering, almost too farfetched.

“Wait outside the airport, at the arrival gate, where the taxis are. I need help.”

At then end and right below the strange note, there was a small mark he soon recognized and which caused him a lot more of a usual concern. He handed the paper in to his friend and the two looked at each other without saying anything, recognizing a small bar code placed as a signature to that unusual message...