June 16th, 2034
I’m back on the western side of Interstate 5, laying low in the hills above the air base and despite the fact the sun has been up for a couple of hours, there has been absolutely no activity inside the alien installation.
Nothing, none, nada, zip – not one warbird has taken flight, nor has a ground vehicle left the base. In fact, I haven’t seen a single fuzzy all morning. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the place has been abandoned, but, of course, no such luck. They’re still in there, but what they’re up to is anyone’s guess.