BASE

Jamaica leaned close to her father, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are we moving out?"

"Yeah, for safety," Ethan replied softly, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Jamaica's brow furrowed, worry creeping into her voice. "What about the farm, school, my basketball training?"

Ethan knelt down, meeting his daughter's eyes. He gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "Everything will be sorted out. We've got to put our safety first for now, but I promise you won't miss any of those except the farm."

Jamaica nodded, her shoulders sagging slightly. "Ok, dad," she replied, her voice small and meek.

With a final glance at her father, Jamaica turned and headed inside to gather a few more items, joining the crew as they packed up the last of their belongings.

The room buzzed with activity as everyone worked to prepare for their hasty departure. Ethan watched his daughter disappear into the house, a mix of concern and determination on his face. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but keeping Jamaica safe was all that mattered now.

As they climbed into the truck, Ethan and Jamaica paused for a moment, their eyes sweeping over the house one last time. The old farmhouse stood silent, bathed in the fading light of day. For Jamaica, every corner held a memory - her first steps, countless birthdays, lazy summer afternoons. Her face was a canvas of emotions, a mixture of sadness and longing painted across her features.

Ethan gently touched Jamaica's shoulder, guiding her into the truck. Outside, Sam's voice rang out, directing the convoy. Vehicles rumbled to life, taking positions in front of and behind Ethan's truck, forming a protective circle around them.

The convoy rolled out, tires crunching on the gravel driveway before hitting the rough terrain of the country road. Inside Ethan's truck, silence reigned. The only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the occasional bump as they navigated the uneven ground.

Ethan glanced at Jamaica, worry creasing his brow. She hadn't spoken a word since they left, her eyes fixed on the passing landscape outside the window. An hour had ticked by, marked only by the changing scenery and the growing distance between them and everything familiar.

The silence hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken questions and concerns. Ethan opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, unsure of how to break the tension. He knew Jamaica needed time to process everything, but seeing her so quiet tugged at his heart. As they drove on into the uncertainty ahead, Ethan hoped he'd find the right words to comfort his daughter soon.

" "I'm sorry for the change of situation. I'm trying to protect us from some cosmic intruders," Ethan said, breaking the long silence.

Jamaica turned to him, her brow furrowed. "Cosmic intruders?" she echoed, confusion clear in her voice. After a moment, she added, "There's still a lot to talk about."

Ethan nodded, his hands tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Jamaica leaned forward, her curiosity getting the better of her. "So why are they after us?"

"They're trying to spy on us, not attacking yet," Ethan replied, his voice low and serious.

Jamaica opened her mouth, about to mention the boy at the basketball court. But then she remembered how her father had already known about him earlier that day. She hesitated, deciding against bringing it up again. Instead, she simply said, "Ok," and settled back into her seat.

The truck rumbled on, eating up the miles as they drove into the gathering dusk. Jamaica's mind whirled with questions, but she kept them to herself for now. She stared out the window, watching as familiar landscapes gave way to unknown territory.

Ethan glanced at his daughter, noting the thoughtful expression on her face. He wanted to say more, to explain everything, but he knew now wasn't the time. For now, he focused on the road ahead, guiding them towards what he hoped would be safety.

The convoy continued its journey, a line of vehicles cutting through the quiet countryside, carrying Ethan and Jamaica towards an uncertain future.

"Hummm...uu,"

 Jamaica mumbled, stirring from her sleep. The sound of arriving vehicles had roused her from her slumber. She blinked, disoriented, realizing it was already dark outside.

As her eyes adjusted, she saw her father offloading the truck. Instinctively, she moved to help, but before she could, Sam intervened.

"Get her to her room," Sam ordered one of the crew members. Jamaica felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her away from the bustle of activity.

Sam then approached Ethan, a hint of a smile on his face despite the circumstances. "Do you still recognize the way in?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Ethan chuckled softly, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "How long could it have been, friend?" he replied, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

The two men walked side by side, their footsteps in sync as they headed into the base. Around them, crew members continued to unload the truck efficiently, carrying boxes and equipment into the building.

Jamaica watched over her shoulder as she was led away, catching a final glimpse of her father disappearing into the unfamiliar structure. The base loomed before her, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling in her mind as she wondered what this new chapter would bring.

Inside, the corridors hummed with quiet activity, the air tinged with the scent of metal and electronics. It was a far cry from the farmhouse Jamaica had known all her life, but for now, it was home.

Jamaica's eyes widened as she took in the hallway, her gaze darting from one high-tech device to another. The walls were lined with gleaming equipment and softly glowing screens. She instantly recognized it as a scientific lab, far more advanced than anything she'd seen before.

They reached a room, and the female agent swiped a card. The door slid open with a quiet hiss. "Welcome to your room," she said, her voice sweet and calm.

Jamaica stepped inside, taking in her new surroundings. "Thanks. What's your name?" she asked, turning to the agent.

"I'm Lydia," the woman replied with a gentle smile. She pointed to a small panel near the bed. "I'll be leaving now, but if you need anything, just tap this button."

As Lydia left, Jamaica explored her new space. The room was beautiful, with sleek, modern aesthetics. Soft lighting created a cozy atmosphere, and the furniture looked both comfortable and futuristic.

Jamaica made her way to the bathroom, marveling at the high-tech shower and gleaming surfaces. After a quick shower that helped wash away some of the day's stress, she returned to the main room. The bed looked inviting, and exhaustion suddenly weighed heavy on her shoulders.

She climbed into bed, the sheets cool and soft against her skin. As she lay there, her mind briefly replayed the day's events - leaving home, the long drive, and now this strange new place. But the comfort of the bed and her fatigue soon won out. Within minutes, Jamaica drifted off to sleep, the quiet hum of the base's technology a soothing lullaby in the background.