But Thomas’ glasses were sparkling. A predator made a small circle, like a beast of prey, made a warning large-caliber machine gun salvo and hovered above.

*

When you are shot from a large-caliber machine gun, with a diameter of 12.7 mm (it’s half of 50 inches), you have to have a minimum of iron nerves, which Thomas did not have. He got out of the dust and began randomly jumping like Arizona white-tailed jackrabbit.

"Shit" - cried Colonel.

The operator of the drone, a red-haired sergeant technician Jeremy Hill directed all six monitors, increasing the picture of the running silhouette in the falling twilight. Rapping his fingers knuckles on the directed laser missile AGM-114R "Romeo" Hellfire, called by the "fire and forget" system, he turned to his immediate superior, the chief sergeant Roy Thorndike, with the first signs of patches who was nervously quietly and convincingly speaking through the cell-phone. In fact, the use of the phone during the battle duty was punished by clear reasons. He was always an exemplary diligent sergeant. To do some serious breach, he should have a forcible reason. And he had it.

His darling and beloved woman made such noise that even in a phone one could hear her raised voiced. The rest of his curly head seemed to stand on end.

- I want to leave. To take the one-way ticket. And you won’t see me again, - she cried hysterically. – I live like a mermaid. I don’t have home. In the end, I want a good car. Have I driving - she said with a gasp - by Opel? - And cried. - And Iluy already has a good house and a car.

Roy, having hung his head, sadly suffered.

- Well, should I press? - Asked Jeremy.

- I can not speak now, I wil call you, my dear.

Roy forced turned off the cell-phone and finally concentrated on the battle duty, looking at that inadequate running idiot.

But then he saw as the predator was shot from everywhere, it seemed to be straight from sand.

- Stand up the ceiling is four thousand pounds - he yelled Jeremy

Jeremy sat on a beige state-offish chair. Activated the afterburner, the predator moved faster and began driving away at a speed of hundred miles per hour with a candle up.

- Wait, did you start the missile?

- You have not asked yet.

- Down - quietly said the chief master sergeant, pressing the button "fire".

But the bud didn’t treacherously work, showing "alarm" and "fault".

- Don’t do it - cried all his essence from the unexpected trick and from the shocked resentment. Continuing feverishly beating at the miserable tumbler, he nervously thought over the emergency.

"Oh, I was caught! To give my best years, "- he howled. "I have no misconduct. We all have. But I don’t "- Roy tore his hair. - "The only time in my life I turned on the ill-fated cell-phone. I got my fill of the real case! And flopped! "

*

A man is a superposition of many conflicting internal and external superposition. Like a insect in the endless forest, he sticks to the smooth surface and is chaotically runs around his burrows for the rest of his life, overcoming with unexpected success and fear.

He is afraid of that his kingdom does not subject to him, easy movement of the typhoon can suddenly destroy like a house of cards, and he will have to make circles till the end of his life, mad from grief and foolishness.

Sometimes it happens in another way. A man will be lucky for the whole life. He will perform many feats. He will work like an ant. The anthill will rise above from far away. His home will be a protruded burrow at the stream. His peace will be guard by the best termite-bodyguards.

He will be a king creating his own kingdom. Sometimes, he will fight with a neighbor anthill for life and death, sending the best spies, using poison and spells. Under the canopy of trees he will be blinded by laurels between his kinsmen. His fame will reach the very distant small colonies.

But alas, the villains anteaters-pangolins leave the black forest for the night hunting.

Even the name of this new powerful ruler, will be soon forgotten in the vanity of vanities sea .

*

Roy hardly cried with disgrace and affront. This was not like he imagined. He imagined as he would stand in front of the line and the senior management would repeat in tired annoying voices the most important well-known commandment of the battle duty. His career, which was previously unstained, would be turned upside down fly upside down.

- Wait a minute. Move away for twenty thousand pounds, sit and not to show yourself.

He thought that he heard unintelligibly the chief muttering:

- We will sort it out with you.

His was poured with unreasonably cold sweat. Well, what if he will be unexpectedly charged?

However, a minute later, he again heard his boss’ excited voice.

- New instructions. This chick is a big boss. Somewhere must be another one. The last is dangerous. Take both. Dead or alive!

Crazy Roy with a maximum dive fell like a kite from the height of thirty thousand feet and jumped into the thick of the battle. Knocking villain small bats of the enemy and covering everything with the living fire, he incredibly exerted himself, using all kinds of weapons, how the pianist-virtuoso can play the piano. Roy used more high-precision controlled cluster micro bombs with three designator sensors, by the campaign ATK, which weighed only two and a half kilos, and which were just two hundred pieces in a comfortable launch canister. The machine gun rattled basically for warning.

To Roy’s incredible joy, the rocket suddenly renewed itself and gave permission for start. It was most welcome and Roy sent missile AGM-114R Hellfire to the cars and infantry gathering moving toward the warehouse.

Roy’s heart exulted at the exceeding of adrenaline excess. Rattling shooting of the enemy was insignificant against the incredible power of the latest MQ-9 Reaper with a mass of 1700 kilogram, however, Roy and his partner had to be extremely attentive.

The drone sat next to Thomas. A loud voice from loudspeaker called his name clearly and deafeningly.

- Thomas Elshtein and your partner! Please go to the specified green flashing light.

Thomas did not argue with fate, and quickly got into the UAV. Having stuck out his hand, he vigorously shouted:

- Come on, quickly.

- Just cats bear quickly, - muttered Colonel. He shot back in a convenient trench.

- Quickly!

- Nope.

- Why?

Colonel was silent.

Thomas surprised wiped his glasses.

For a moment, two universes met on the border of life and death. The UAV’s bright spotlight for a moment showed the stone face of Colonel. In his eyes one could see pain, desperate adrenaline of madness, and something else that Thomas could not understand.

- Nope – Colonel nodded and waved goodbye

It was hot, at the horizon in a line were going armed men and the rocket could any moment arrive from everywhere.

The UAV moved like a candle into the dark night of the Mojave Desert.

*

The night of May 30, 2015 forever entered the history of mankind, as the adoption of the Gregorian calendar. It was two PM. The President had hardly slept after another awful day, the administration had also fell asleep. Some of them went to bed, and others slept on chairs.

Of course, it was not the Oval Office. In the fifties of the twentieth century there were built huge multilevel buildings on the mountain. Nine entrances were hid at an angle of sixty degrees, so it was difficult to find them. They were closed by huge iron gates.

The area 51 was a secret subject of the USA.

Hundred miles away there had never been any building. A dead moon landscape, a smooth big channel of a dried up a huge pond which was surrounded by powerful mountains was a perfect place for secret research. For more than a half of century paths to the Zone-51 were protected by special military units. A road over the civil aircraft area has been changed long ago at the pretext of testing nuclear explosions.