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“Hello? Hey, what's up? WHAT? Really? Damn... I'm sorry to hear that. Nope... No... He called off too. No, its too late, I'm at the cabin already. Yeah. Look, take care of her, that should be your priority right now. Don't worry, I needed to get away anyway. Yep. I will if I need anything. You too. Take care."

Drew hung up the phone as he let out a long sigh. He had a strong desire to chuck the cell as far as he could and let it smash into anything that would get into its way as it traveled through the air. But reasoning kept his hand from moving after it had drawn back to throw the device. It wasn't the objects fault, it was only a messenger as it were. And if he broke it, then he'd only have to spend money to replace it, money that can be used elsewhere. He sighed as he sat a little too roughly on the cabin's porch.

The idea wasn't his, a bunch of coworkers had roped him into the idea. He knew that four of them would take a week vacation during this time of year, every year that he had known them. This particular year one of them had moved on, going out of state and well beyond any kind of travailing distance just to meet up with his friends. That was when one of the others suggested that they see if Drew would be willing to tag along, mostly so the others didn't have to pay the missing forth that the one would normally pay.

Well, they did give him time to think it over before he answered. Which he did say yes.

It started after the 4 made the arrangements and set everything up. First, one of them broke his leg, the details though were a little sketchy. He said that he got involved in a bicycle accident, but the details changed a little every time he told the story. The second one apparently had to change his plans when family came in to visit out of the blue and his wife took off with the car. And finally the last one who just called had to cancel due to his girlfriend getting hurt on the job and needed help to care for her.

Now however, he was out in the middle of the woods, at a cabin near a lake, by himself for a week.

Well, it could have been worse. They had paid ahead for the cabin so he didn't have to pay for the whole thing by himself and agreed that once the money was spent that neither one of them had to reimburse the others who didn't make it. Or at least that's how he understood it. His main problem and worry wasn't financial or supplies, it was keeping occupied for the next week. He didn't consider himself a “city-slicker," someone who spent their life in the city and has no idea about being in the country, but he wasn't really a country boy either. Plus, it was too late in the year for some of the outdoor stuff that he could think of.

Drew sighed again as he watched his breath scatter in the air. “Well," he said to himself as he stood up, “No use getting upset over anything. Better just make the best of it. I guess."

Drew sat up with a start. He wasn't sure why, but something had woken him from a sound slumber. He quickly got better dress and, after turning on some lights, went outside to check on things to find out what the noise was.

The smartest move? No.

But he was certain that the noise wasn't an animal. It was more man made, or so he thought to himself. Stepping outside, he drew his flashlight as well as the 9mm pistol he brought with him. While not professionally trained, he did a decent facsimile of holding the pistol out with his flashlight in a reverse grip under the firearm. The three quarters moon helped illuminate the area, but, the woods looked as empty as he had arrived, only sightly more eerie and foreboding because of the night. He jumped as he suddenly heard popping noises. He relaxed as he thought he recognized the sound as fireworks going off.

“God... Damn it..." he cursed to himself, as he pocketed his firearm. “Who in the hell would be setting off fireworks after 1 am?" Another crack happened over head and Drew stepped off the porch to see if he could spot anything. At first the only thing he could hear was the wind and only seen the stars through the trees. Then it started as a distant rumble, like a sever thunderstorm coming towards your location. The noise was faint, but it was coming closer. Rapid noise, too rapid to be fireworks, in the sky broke the windy silence as eerie flashes lit up the sky with each ushering the sound that now could only be some kind of weapons fire.

That's when hell broke loose...

He barely seen them, 3 diamond shapes flew by so fast that if he had blinked, he would of missed all 3 going by. He cursed knowing that he should get into his beat up Isuzu Rodeo and high tail it away from the location, but instead, he stayed and ran for the lake. The direction the 3 UFOs flew. He barely avoided tripping over several of the roots and rocks as he ran for the lake's edge. When he got there the water was choppy and reflecting the moonlight off the surface. It was quiet again. Drew walked closer to the edge, away from the treeline to see if he could spot anything. However, any signs of the three UFOs were gone.

“What the hell..." He slapped his face after about a minute of looking. “Did I just imagine everything?"

A whistling noise drew his attention just before the ground near him erupted into a shower of sand, dirt and debris, throwing him for a loop and landing on his ass. He looked up in time to see the 3 craft shoot across the sky over the lake. One seem to had taken a hit, trailing a line of smoke behind it from what he guessed was either an engine or a fuselage as the other two jockeyed behind it, trying to like up another shot. It reminded Drew of some of the Sci-fi movies he used to watch as a kid with each fighter moving as fast as they could to quickly take the other out while not getting hit himself.

The more he watched the more it started to dawn on him, aside from the one being damaged, all three were identical. But, on the same token, the pilots were not.

The damaged fighter seem to of lost quite a bit of flight control, being sluggish and apparently unable to maintain the same speed as the other two. The second one seem to be the aggressor, trying hard to hit and take out the damaged ship. While the third seem to be the wingman of the first one, doing everything, including firing wildly at the second fighter. Each fighter juked and dodge as they danced over the lake and surrounding land.

Purple beams lanced out at the aggressor that they barely dodge as it barrel rolls in a tight loop causing them to over shoot the damaged fighter a forth time since Drew started to watch the scene unfold. The wingman stayed on the aggressor's tail, sending purple fire to splash against what was possibly energy shields. The aggressor banked sharply into a climb, but instead of going up, it seemed to stalled in the air, holding still as the wingman started to bank himself, but overshot the aggressor by a wide margin. With the wingman off the aggressor's tail, the neatly flatten out and sped for the damaged fighter. The fighter seeing his wingman's out of position to help, attempted to loose the aggressor by diving for the beach. The aggressor quickly lined up the shot.

It took a second for reality to dawn on him, but, both craft were line up that if either took the shot, he'd be in the line of fire. Drew watched in horror as both crafts came strait for him, unable to find the will to move his legs to get out of the way. He waited for the moment that never came.