Sam

Hummmuu!!!... 

The farm yard buzzed with the low hum of trucks, breaking the early morning silence. Ethan, the crew's leader, crept through the half-empty apartment, his eyes darting from corner to corner. His face twisted into a grimace as he took in the scene before him. The air felt heavy with tension, and he could sense that something truly frightening had occurred here.

"Check for their traces in and out of the house," Ethan commanded, his voice steady despite the worry etched on his face.

The other crew members, all clad in high-tech suits that glowed faintly in the dim light, snapped to attention. They had been frozen in place, eyes wide with fear as they waited for Ethan's orders. Now, they sprang into action, their movements precise and practiced.

Some grabbed infrared scanners, sweeping them across the walls and floors, searching for any lingering heat signatures. Others hefted bulky equipment, preparing to gather every scrap of evidence they could find. The team moved with purpose, their fear giving way to focus as they carried out their tasks.

Ethan's mind raced. He was almost certain this was the work of the alien ship they'd been tracking. Its presence loomed over them like a shadow, always watching, always one step ahead. As he surveyed his team at work, Ethan steeled himself for whatever they might uncover in this eerily empty home.

""Shhh...shh," Ethan whispered to Jamaica, his hand gently squeezing her shoulder. He could see the fear etched across her face, her eyes wide and darting. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps, and he could almost feel her heart pounding through her trembling body. All Ethan could do was pull her close, murmuring soft reassurances that they were safe and that help would arrive soon.

The footsteps outside grew louder, echoing through the silent house. Ethan reached into his pocket, carefully pulling out a mini video player. He opened it slowly, wincing at the faint creak it made in the tense silence.

With practiced movements, Ethan tapped a button on the player, activating a hidden camera at the main entrance. Suddenly, a voice cut through the air.

"We're being spied!!!" one of the crew members shouted, his voice tight with alarm.

"How?" the mission commander demanded, his brow furrowed as he stared at the informant.

"The infrared scanner picked up a signal from a camera just activated," the crew member replied, his eyes still glued to the monitor in front of him.

Ethan squinted at the blurry video on his player. A wave of relief washed over him as he recognized the figures on the screen. "My team," he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Team?" Jamaica whispered, her voice small and confused.

Ethan turned to his daughter, seeing the questions in her eyes. "I'll explain everything to you later," he said softly, giving her a reassuring smile. He reached for the bunker key, his mind already racing with what he needed to do next. 

"Track the host receiver immediately," the commander ordered, his voice sharp with urgency.

"On it," the agent replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. The rapid tapping filled the tense silence as the others watched, holding their breath. But as seconds ticked by, the agent's brow furrowed, his movements becoming more frantic.

"Why are you taking ages to get the job done?" the commander snapped, leaning over the agent's shoulder.

The agent shook his head, frustration clear in his voice. "The level of encryption is really high. Seems like it's been used by Ethan himself."

Just then, movement caught the leader's eye. He turned, spotting Ethan emerging from the left corridor with Jamaica close behind. The tension in the atmosphere instantly shifted.

"Sam!" Ethan shouted, his face lighting up with recognition.

The two men rushed towards each other, embracing tightly in a mix of relief and joy. Jamaica hung back, her eyes wide as she watched her father hug this stranger. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, unsure of what to make of the scene unfolding before her.

Sam pulled back from the hug, his gaze falling on Jamaica. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of the young girl. "Is that Jamaica?" he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yes," Ethan replied, his voice warm with pride. He turned, beckoning Jamaica closer. "Come here, sweetie. There's someone I want you to meet."

""You're all grown up. Still a baby the last time I saw you. Time flies," Sam said, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and nostalgia as he looked at Jamaica. The girl stood silently, her arms crossed, looking as if she felt betrayed by this sudden revelation.

"How are you, Jam? Do you know me?" Sam asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jamaica's lips quirked up slightly. "A few minutes ago," she replied, her tone playful despite her lingering uncertainty.

Sam chuckled, quickly catching on. He took a deep breath and launched into an introduction. "I'm your father's childhood friend and your grandfather's apprentice," he explained, his words tumbling out in a rush as he met Jamaica's gaze.

Jamaica's face remained impassive, but a hint of curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Good evening, sir," she said politely, her voice steady.

"Evening," Sam replied, turning his attention back to Ethan. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming more serious. "Are you in the mood to give us feedback about the incident now, or-"

Ethan cut him off, his voice tight with urgency. "This place is no longer safe for me and Jam." His eyes darted around the room, as if expecting danger to burst through the walls at any moment.

The others in the room tensed at Ethan's words, the brief moment of reunion giving way to the gravity of their situation. Jamaica moved closer to her father, sensing the change in mood. The air crackled with unspoken questions and the weight of decisions yet to be made.I suggest you stay at the base for now" Sam replied, he could now sense the gravity of the situation.

  ""That's a cool idea," Ethan replied, nodding in agreement. 

Sam turned to the team, his voice authoritative. "Get the rest of their stuff loaded in the truck."

The crew sprang into action, moving with practiced efficiency as they began gathering belongings and equipment.