All thanks and rights go to Kenneth Johnson.

I read V the second generation recently and wanted to bridge the gap. So I have incorperated some of the essense of the final battle in this...you may recognise some of the dialogue and situations that I have given an 'original mini series' style format.

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Mike Donovan was dreaming again. He didn't know that he was lying back on the threadworn bunk that had patches of damp clinging to the walls of the underground bunker that now he had to call home.

Mike was running. He was running through dim-lit corridors that he knew were apart of the monsterous Visitor mothership that hovered over the city.

He ran and ran. The walls were shiney and damp, and the air was humid the way the Visitor's liked to keep their enviroment.

Then he saw him. He saw Sean. Naked. Cold and white like he had been standing in the icy chiller for too long.

There was streams of breath coming out of his blue lips. Mike was running, but he wasn't getting any nearer to his son.

Sean opened his eyes. They were lifeless. Staring out ahead. Not knowing that he was even there calling out his name.

"Sean!"

But the audio was just not there. Sean then did step forward. Blood was oozing out of his mouth. His nose. His eyes.

"SEAN!"

Sean screamed out in terror...

"Sean!"

Mike bolted upright on the bed, the sweat pouring from him. Juliet Parish was in the door way with her cane in one hand and a rifle slung over her opposite shoulder, "Donovan? Are you alright?"

Mike was shaking his head and stood up, he crossed over to the cracked sink and rinsed his face in the cold rancid water.

Juliet watched him. There was hustle and bustle behind her as the team were readying for their latest outing out after a tip off.

"I dreamt they did things to him..."

The bio-chemist nodded, "who, Sean?"

Mike dried his face with an off-white towel, "yeah...Sean"

Juliet glanced behind her and then back to him, "you better get ready, it's time"

Mike followed Juliet out into the dank corridor that was lit by naked bulbs hanging from the cracked ceiling. He readied his own weapon that was a stolen Visitor pulse gun. The corridor was filled with other resistors making ready for the operation.

Sancho Gomez came forward and said, "Hey...do you remember that group you spoke to the other night?"

Donovan nodded.

"Well...we've got volunteers!"

Mike shrugged as he followed the group down the corridor passing dorns and everyday rooms used by the inhabitants of the underground, "Well that's great...but it's gonna take more than manpower to beat this thing..."

Juliet turned from where she was giving final instructions about the mission, "what it is gonna take is unity...", she approached him on her cane, "...you're not big on unity, are you Donovan?"

Mike held her eyes, "Well, as you know doc...I'm used to working on my own"

There was an edge to Juliet's reaction to that, "then get unused to it...we are a team!"

VVV

It had gone midnight. The train was pulling-in, into the industrial courtyard where it came to a stop with a scretch of the breaks. From the hangar like building nearby, squadron's of Visitor patrollers came pouring out with their pulse rifles on standby.

There was a speaker system that acted as information to the train's occupants.

"welcome to Visitor safety center number 9. Please move quickly, but safely inside, where all your questions will be answered. We thank you for your cooperation"

Brad McIntyre turned to Mike as they arrived at their destination, "Why are we here again?"

Mike turned, "The doc got a tip off that people were being forced off here..."

Brad stayed in the dark shadows of the overgrown alley that bordered high barbed wire fensing, "but this is industrial center...the trains that pull up here off load their cargo..."

Mike crouched down and laid flat against the pine needles, "yeah...but it's seems there is a different cargo now, huh?"

Brad laid out flat next to him and put the binoculars to his face, out ahead he could see the trains disoriented passengers standing in a group that was guarded by patrollers. He handed the binoculars to Mike, "check out the arm bands"

The ex-newsman peered into them and nodded, "yeah scientist markers...it's like what they were saying on the TV last week. They are rounding up Scientists and their familes, on the pretence that they are being taken to a 'secure' place where they will be safe and shielded from attacks from mobs of vigilantes fire-bombing their homes"

Brad looked about them knowing there was small groups of rebel fighters hiding like they were in the shadows all around them, "can't believe they've bought it...they're not gonna be taken anywhere safer..."

Mike looked at him knowingly, "We know where they'll all end up"

Brad looked up into the night sky where the lights of the Mothership stretched out in all directions.

Juliet was behind a set of bushes. Caleb Taylor and his son Elias were not too far away, rifles at the ready. She turned as Mike shuffled towards her, "It's a death camp...you don't need a tip-off to know what's happening here do you doc...?"

Juliet swallowed down. She knew what was going on as they looked across to the railroad buffers. The human prisoners had their hands on top of their heads and were being marched by the alien patrollers into the vast hangar where shuttle crafts were waiting for them.

There was a scream from within the hangar and a flash of a pulse weapon. Juliet was shaking, her hand on her weapon, her knuckles were white.

Mike's voice was in her earhole, "they are being shipped like meat to the Mothership. They are all going to the final area"

"I know...but we can save this lot", she turned to Elias and nodded.

Elias rolled the tyre he had with him and set the explosive charges. He then rolled the tyre up to the mesh fensing and it exploded into flames.

All the Visitors patrollers turned around and started hurrying in and opening fire with their pulse lasers.

The rebels fired back. Brad rolled down to the trash and fired as he went flying to safety inside a trash can.

The Visitors were now on the hangars roof and the spot lights were triggered searching the area beyond the boundary.

Juliet huddled behind the bushes as scores of rebels went foward and picked off more of the alien soldiers.

Caleb was at Julie's side clutching his rifle, "We've lost Bill!"

Juliet was shaking. It was like the mountain camp all over again. The Visitors were relentless...there was just too many of them.

There was war cries from the rebels who were at the front line. The alien weapon's fire kept on coming. There own weapons had now effect on them.

Mike was grabbing Juliet's arm, "Look!", he hissed.

Juliet could see that the Visitors were now putting on a display. They were marching the scientist prisoners out from the hangar and cold bloodiedly killed them on the spot.

It was all in slow motion. Juliet could see the 10 year old girl being dragged across the tarmac by her hair. She was screaming 'mommy' as her Visitor captor then forced her on to her feet and then grasped her tiny neck with it's hand. And crushed it.

Juliet felt the tears fall onto her cheeks. She shuffled back and called out, "Get back...get back!"

Mike waved his arms out into the air yelling the same, "GET BACK! PULL OUT NOW!"

In shock, Juliet clutched her rifle that she used as a cane to stablise herself...she fell over the dumped shopping cart and Mike and Sancho helped her up, "Come on...we've gotta get outta here!"

VVV

Elias Taylor was wounded in the leg, as he limped along painfully down the incline. The freeway was down below, it was empty of traffic due to the cerfew. He ducked down the underpass as a Visitor craft came flying over head with it's searchlights on full strength.

Resting for 5 minutes, he crouched down behind the garbage cans and glanced up to the Mothership above. It's lights signalling the boundary of the disc in the sky. Another Squad ship drifted by with the search lights.

Elias wasn't used to being alone. He was usually apart of the gang, the Angels. But they weren't with him to back him up this time.

He stood and kept to the shadows. He crossed the empty road and ducked beneath a low fense to the neighbourhood below. There he crossed a chainfense and over a spanse of neat grass towards a cluster of pine trees that he stood under and leaned against to catch his breath.

He looked up to see another squad ship drift by, luckily the search light was aimed beyond him. He pulled himself together and limped on through an alleyway and climbed over a wood fense that gave him splinters. A cat jumped out at him and made him fall to the trash in the dumpster below.

He then hobbled across the next road and leaned on the railings ahead of him. Down below at the bottom of the incline was the old water waste pumping plant. The headquarters of the underground.

Not far to go...nearly there.

VVV

Inside the bunker, the resistance was counting their costs, in their well lived-in conference room.

"I hit that Visitor straight in the chest and it didn't even faze him...Donovan's weapon is the only one that can touch them", cried Brad pacing up and down still wired from the mission.

"And it's the only one we've got", pointed out Sancho.

Mike shook his head and gained the conference rooms full attention, "we are running around in circles down here...this is gonna cost us if we don't turn it around"

Ruby Engels pulled her knit cardy around her and looked up,"What do you mean?"

Mike elaberated,"People would help us up there if they thought we stood a chance...these hit and run raids are useless...we need a bonanza...we need an event"

"We? When did you ever join up?", Brad quibbed at him.

Juliet rubbed her temples, "Never mind that...he's right...Donovan has a point...but lets just do what we can for the moment and that's to survive"

Caleb and another rebel named Jenny came into the room excitedly, "Elias has made it!"

There was relief in the room.

"But he's wounded..."

Juliet crossed over to the older black man and sqeezed his arm and smiled, "thank god Caleb"

VVV

Elias was laid up on a bunk within the old pumping plants thick crumbling concrete walls. Caleb sat next to his son as Juliet hobbled in on her cane and beamed a winner smile at Elias, "I knew you would make it back!"

Elias laughed trying to make light of it, "Well...you might have to go sharing that cane o there lady"

Juliet laughed with him as Jenny came to the door way, "Dr Moran's here"

Dr Jeff Moran hurried in with his medic case and unclipped it at the battered side table nearby.

"Roll your jeans up", he said quickly and with some authoritive tone. Juliet assisted him. Jeff was a good friend of hers. She had worked with him at the hospital alongside Ben Taylor, Elias's now deceased brother.

It was Jeff who gave her a place to stay when she had to leave Denny and before Elias and the Angels had found this place.

Jeff examined the wound with Juliet, he looked up to her, "Like most wounds sustained by their weapons...it's the burns that are a factor"

Juliet concurred, she knew that first hand due to her own injury. She knew now that the burns from the Visitor's weapons penetrate deep, even if it is flesh wound like Elias was victim of.

Jeff did the best he could do and dressed the wound, "Just make sure you keep ice on it and rest it for a while, call me if it gets any worse"

Elias dismissed it, "Oh it's nothing doc...the Elias will be back on his feet in no time"

Caleb pulled his son into a hug, "Ohhh leave off pop!"

"I'm just glad I've haven't lost another son to those monsters that all!"

It brought a tear to her eye as Juliet watched them. She then watched as Jeff packed up his case. Brad was leaning on the doorframe with a rifle slung over his shoulder, "I'm sorry I disturbed your lady friend"

"It's okay...Louise understands"

Jenny turned, "I hope you weren't seen out on the streets on your way here"

Jeff collected up his case, "Brad and me are getting quite the expert at dodging through the cerfew streets...but I'll stay here till morning if that's alright"

Juliet rubbed his arm, "That's fine Jeff - I need to speak to about organising a collection for more medical supplies anyway..."

VVV

The next morning, Juliet needed air. She had gotten up early just as cerfew was lifted and decided to head off for a walk along the beach like she used to do.

The beach was empty apart from her. She leaned on her cane for support, eyes focusing on the sea water crashing onto the soft sand.

She lifted her face to the breeze, she needed this alone time after being cooped up in the underground sewer that had become her salvation.

Mike Donovan was watching her from afar. He had remained out of sight for a while. He was the countries most wanted fugitive afterall. If not the world.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he slowly approached Julie. He extended his arm and gently touched her arm and she jolted.

"Jesus it's you..."

"Thanks"

Juliet shook her head, "I'm just feeling jumpy, that's all"

Mike lifted his own face to the stiff breeze, "It's probably due to last night..."

Juliet nodded and put a hand to her mouth, "I can't get that poor girl out of my mind...however did we let these monsters get under our skin? As a race are we that nieve"

"Don't think about that now...just get yourself together, there's alot to do"

Juliet nodded.

Mike dug his sneaker into the sand and looked out across the pacific, "It's beautiful"

"It is at the moment...but how long will it be until we are stood here on this very spot looking out to a dry barren desert"

"It won't come to that, doc"

Juliet faced him, "How can you know that? We are just kidding ourselves...you were right the hit and run raids are useless...and last night just highlighted how powerful they are...we can't even touch them"

Donovan rested a hand over her shoulder, "You're just feeling low doc...you are allowed to have a bad day... a day off from playing the hero"

"That's your role"

Mike chuckled, "I'll give you that"

Juliet sighed and shook her head, "You know what? I miss him so much...I miss him and it really hurts"

"Who? Denny?"

She shock her head and nodded off towards the right, "he is just a half a mile over in that direction...so near I could just..."

Donovan looked worried for her.

She managed a sad smile, "I'm not that stupid, what's done is done...I can never go back...not until we are free from all this"

Both of them looked up as the huge mothership above them caste an ominous shadow over them"

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