8: Rain
As DJ and Paul slept on top of the three stories of catwalks, girders, and electronics, large old gears began to grind somewhere beneath the soil. Paul banged on DJ’s shoulder, and he saw it—a large, rectangular seam had appeared in the soil in the clearing below the scaffolding. Within it, a hatch opened. The thin layer of dirt covering it fell into a dark space below. From the opening emerged about thirty Black Mountaineers in black riot-gear, as well as most of the crew of the Galapagos.
DJ watched with wide eyes as the Mountaineers unboxed dozens of brand-new flying saucers, their blue and silver paint still pristine. Fortunately, the saucers flew at a level one deck below DJ and Paul’s catwalk. A few of the searchers had glanced up, but none of them had spotted them behind t
