
General Abrams was in no mood for pleasantries.
"Where are they?"
"We do not know, Sir. They are deep. GPS tracked them 175 miles in until we lost signal."
General Abrams walks to his private office and picks up the red phone.
"We have a problem. This is not a random, accidental pick up by them. This is not an agreed upon cattle dissection nor surrender of mutually undesirables. WE have broken the treaty. I suggest we recover them before they talk."
Voice on other end agrees.
General Abrams grumbles.
"Already given the bastards underground bases. What more can they want?"
Special Forces Delta Troops from "D" Squadron, Fort Bragg, NC are brought in. Their infiltration craft:
A silver disk flying by anti-gravity.
The craft takes off on the suicide mission.
Jennings and crew in a medical facility, each on a table.
Powerless to intervene, they can still talk.
Shivering with fear, one man urinates on the exam table. The Atlantians are not pleased.

The best travel in first class.
The man screams as a pain probe is applied to him.
Jennings: "Hey, he was only being nervous!"
Jennings is jolted by the electric prod and falls into deep sleep.

HEY! How many evil things do these demons have to do to people before we call them what they are?
The Delta ship is tracked as it enters the hollow zone and descends."They are 50 miles in, no detection yet."
Jennings and his men are probed. The man who urinated is dissected alive. His screams enter Jennings' dream.
Mister "X" appears in his dream.
"Jim, I'm here to help you. They are not from Atlantis. You are being tricked. You are right now on the polar ice cap in your dimension."
"What the ?"
"Shh... do not speak, it will give off brain waves they can detect. You and your men are in great danger."
"They are not humans, nor space aliens. They come from the earth. They are DEMONS.
Just like we warned you in the Bible ages ago. I cannot help you unless you call upon my name and ask. The book you have and that verse, read it and we can rescue you."
"I cannot move."
"Think deep. Remember what it said."
"Call upon the name of the Lord and thou shalt be saved and all thy house."
"Jesus, save me!"
Mister "X" smiles and assumes the historical form of Jesus when at Nazareth.

Jesus Christ is LORD!
Jennings' hand raises from his sleep.
The Atlantians shriek.
They turn to silence him.
As they surround him Jennings gets up:
"Jesus Christ is LORD!"

Call upon the LORD!
They immediately turn into the evil bug-eyed aliens well known world wide.
His men wake up, too.
Jennings proclaims:
"NO! They are DEMONS!"
"THEY ARE ALIENS!!!!"

The mask of evil
Their flying craft impacts into the cold arctic blizzard.
"Get thee hence, Satan!"
Jennings reaches down and he is no longer naked, he has the Bible in his hand.
The demons are really pissed now.
"What good is it calling upon the Lord you do not believe in?"
Jennings truly was an agnostic at least before this.
Suddenly a mighty light from heaven shines down.
Michael, the Archangel blocks the demons from harming the men.
"Leave these be. They have called upon the name of the Lord. GO."
The Delta anti-gravity ship appears.
Firing a laser beam at the men on the ground, barely missing the men.
The head demon laughs.
"What are you going to do now Michael, it's their own kind who have come to kill them!"
Laughing hysterically, the demons change shape and fly away as mists in the air.
Jennings and his men run to the survival package as the anti-gravity ship lands. Their snow mobiles will not start.
The only thing they have is extreme terrain mountain bikes which wisk them away from the pursuing Delta troops on foot.
"Spread out~!"
Delta re-embarks inside their craft, which suddenly has technical problems so their laser doesn't work.
They pick up the men, all except Jennings who is the farthest away.
As the craft swoops down on him, he falls into a crack in the ice, never to be seen.
Delta whisks the survivors back to Fort Bragg, NC.
Freezing, dying, sinking.
Jennings asks for Jesus Christ to save him.
Divers pull him inside a diesel-electric submarine.
He awakens.
"Shalom."
It's an Israeli submarine.
"WE have gone an awfully long way from Israel to rescue you, Mr.Jennings. A first for our navy, under the ice pack."
"I hope you are worth it."
THE END?
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1st Lt. Mike S. is a U.S. Army Reserve Airborne veteran, and a former enlisted Non-Commissioned Officer in the USMC. He is a military writer, analyst and equipment inventor. Mike is a co-author of the book Air Mech Strike. He is also a graduate of Liberty University.