The tracks of the Invisible Man led to a vault that tilted a bit awkwardly in the backwoods section of Highgate Cemetary. Many people don't realize that what they see as they tour the splendid place, is only the part that the public is meant to see, but that there is also a back section where the graves of many lay opened, broken open by grave robbers, or have lost their integrity due to storms and sudden rises of the Thames to overflow and flood the lower areas of London, of which this was the worst.
"Here it is then." Challenger spoke, looking to the others who stopped next to him.
Sherlock examined the vault door that hung akimbo to the opening it was supposed to cover. "We must not disappoint our friend waiting for us, nor the one risking his life for us."
"Agreed." Conan muttered, then started for the door.
Sherlock stopped him. "You will not pass here."
"I most certainly will!" Conan protested.
"Conan, you are one of the finest men I have ever had the pleasure and honor of working with, but one of us to stay behind to make sure that all who exit this way are those whom we want out in the world again."
Conan sighed as Challenger nodded his head.
"Very well. But I do it under great protest."
Challenger and Sherlock entered the vault.
The ground began shaking and Conan dropped back from the opening as it began to break apart and tumble to the ground. "Challenger. Sherlock!" He cried out, but both men were lost to sight and sound as the remainder of the ancient opening folded in upon itself, leaving a smoking crater of snow, ice and dirt behind.
The Royal Guard arrived at the entrance to the cemetery with cannon, which they immediately brought to bear as the strange device now visible to all began to rise higher and higher.
Constable Evans and the Inspector ran up to the Captain of the Guard, Henry Patriot.
"Captain!" The Inspector almost gasped, he was almost out of air.
The Captain ignored him.
But when Tesla and Edison came running up as well, his eyes widened and he reluctantly turned to face them all. "What is this an invasion?"
"More than likely the end of one if we are not swift to respond." The Inspector called to him over the several yards distance between them.
"How so, dear Constable?"
"Inspector." Inspector Bloodstone responded swiftly, sternly and proudly. "And in this matter I outrank you and you will listen to me!"
The Captain was about to order he and the others taken away by force when the Defense Secretary came striding up and offered his hand to the Inspector. "It's so good to see you in good spirits again, I had feared for your very life."
"I thank you for your assistance in that small matter, your honor." The Inspector responded, then turned to Constable Evans. "I want you to meet my son, Constable Evans..."
The Defense Secretary's eyebrows raised. "Rather sudden fatherhood."
Constable Evans blushed in embarrassment.
The Inspector gave Constable Evans a warm glance. "It usually is." He glanced at Tesla and Edison. "And I'm sure you recognize my friends."
The Defense Secretary's eyebrows rose even further. "If you need my assistance in anything, anything at all?"
The Captain of the Royal Guard, humbled and crushed by the appearance of the man whom he was directly responsive to, saluted and said. "Sir, I am Captain Henry Patriot, at your command."
"And so you should be. Did I hear right that you were going to order these men from the battle field?"
The Inspector gave the Captain of the Royal Guard a warning glance. "I'm sure that was all a misunderstanding, wasn't it dear Captain?"
The Captain reddened in his face, but rather than risk saying the wrong thing, he merely nodded.
Then all hell broke loose as a huge searing blast of pure energy splashed to within ten yards of them, consuming about twenty yards of Highgate Cemetery's fencing and all the trees and shrubs that had been against it, sending the rest into showers of flames.
Chapter One Hundred
Even as the cemetery was being blasted by a deadly ray from the hovering machine that had risen from the ruins of the Caretaker's home, a great winged shape and a body of leather like steel, shot into view with the Jungle Lord riding its massive neck.
The King of Dragons tore down the currents of hot air from the scorched earth, inhaling the fragrance of the fire hungrily, eager to do battle with this strange monster it had come to fight for dominion over the earth and Fairie.
The strange contraption angled its hose skywards and a blast of pure energy struck at the Dragon, which easily sidestepped the blast, allowing the furious energies to tear massive heated currents of sun-hot air as it streamed past.
The Jungle Lord tugged at the massive eyebrows before him and the King of Dragons, understanding this mute language, immediately spun over end for end, then send a blast of radiation fire equally as hot as the sun at the device.
The snake like hose device of great power melted like an icicle in the warmth of the sun and drizzled across the back of the metallic machine it rode skywards. The massive machine sputtered and popped, like popcorn as it began to tilt edgewises, then it began shaking violently. So violently that great pieces of it were flung in all directions as it also exploded, filling the sky and immediate area with deadly bursts of debris and red-hot metal.
Many of those watching from nearby housetops broke into cheer at the destruction of the war machine, thinking the Greater Brits and their friend in the sky had eliminated the enemy.
Then to everyone's dismay, the ground began to shake in about four other places and equally as massive and deadly machines began to rise from their tombs of earth to fire their deadly blasts of energy across London, searing rooftops and watching citizens and sending them into atoms of blood and dust.
John Pirillo"Writing fuels the heart and soul!" Science Fiction, Fantasy and Adventure Tales to Take Your Breath Away!