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Something Unexpected

Summer passed into autumn, and soon school was back in full swing. Days were becoming shorter and darker, and before long the ground lay covered in leaves. With the events of the holidays seemingly forgotten about by both his mother and stepfather, everything had returned to normal. Everything, that was, except for the fact that Arthur himself had been unable to forget. And no sooner had they arrived back in the city again than he’d spent most of his free time browsing the internet, studying star maps and hoping against hope that he might discover something more about the box and about what he’d seen. But it was a slow and laborious task and in the end, after becoming swamped with schoolwork, he was finally forced to push it all to the back of his mind.

That was until early one Sunday morning in the middle of October when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. His stepfather had gotten up to answer it and hushed, serious-sounding voices had followed.

‘Come on, wake up,’ said Sasha, entering Arthur’s room without knocking. ‘The general’s here to see you.’

‘The general?’ he yawned.

‘General Hammond, from the cottage. Remember him?’

‘Of course I remember him, but what’s he doing here!?’

‘Go and ask him yourself. They’re waiting for you in the kitchen.’

‘They?’

Dressing quickly, Arthur hurried into the kitchen to find several people sitting at the table. His mother, still in her dressing gown, was busy preparing tea and coffee. Seeing him coming in, the general got up.

‘Ah, my young friend,’ he said, shaking his hand and patting him warmly on the shoulder. ‘Nice to see you again. How are you doing after all those summer adventures of yours?’

‘Okay, thank you,’ Arthur replied nervously.

‘Good, good. Right, well, Arthur, as you can see, I’m not alone this time. So, before we get started, let me quickly introduce you to the two colleagues who have travelled with me here today. On my right is Peter, head of our Artefacts Research Team at the facility. As you can no doubt imagine, he has dedicated a great deal of time and effort into studying the box you found.’

‘A pleasure to meet you,’ replied the slightly plump man with a silver goatee. ‘You certainly did us all a big favour by finding it.’

‘Indeed, you did,’ nodded the general. ‘And, on my left, Doctor Semenova who heads up our Psychological Evaluation Committee at the facility.’

Arthur nodded shyly

‘So, let’s get down to it then, shall we? The reason why we’ve come here today is because we urgently need your help. More specifically, we need you to try to remember back to this summer, to your opening of the box. Do you think you can do that for us?’

‘Yes,’ Arthur said.

‘Excellent.’

Peter took out his mobile phone and pointed it at him. ‘It’s so we can recall exactly what you said,’ he explained.

‘Please go ahead and describe for us how you opened it and what happened next?’ prompted the general.

Trying not to look at it, Arthur cleared his throat and for a moment wondered where he should start. It all sounded so strange in his head that he was sure if he mentioned the cat and, even worse, the fish, that they’d all think he’d cracked.

‘Well, um, at first we tried to open it using some of the tools from my grandfather’s tool shed, but it was impossible,’ he began.

‘Just a moment, please. You said we,’ interrupted the general, looking surprised.

‘What?’

‘Yes, you said that we tried to open the box. Who was the other person with you?’

Shooting a look at the cat, who’d just jumped up onto the windowsill, he blushed.

‘No one. Sorry, there was no one else there. So, anyway, when I couldn’t open it with tools I… I began to think about the words written on it, you know, about wanting to know things and having to say “open” three times.’

‘And you worked that out by yourself, did you?’ asked Peter, rubbing his chin.

‘Well, yeah… I guess.’

‘Good. And that’s what you did?’

‘Yes, I said “open” three times.’

‘And then what happened?’

‘Well, everything went really bright and then really dark and the room I was in turned into, like, a floating map.’

‘A floating map?’

‘Yes.’

‘And why do you think it was a map?’

‘I don’t know. I mean, it looked like a map—like a star map. Like something I’d seen at the planetarium with my dad.’

‘And did you recognise any of the planets?’

‘No,’ he said, shaking his head.

‘And can you tell us anything more about this map?’

‘Not really. But I remember that some of the planets were just kind of spinning, and some of them were grouped around what looked like suns.’

‘And that’s it?’ asked Peter after a lengthy silence.

‘Yes, I think so.’

The head of research leaned over and whispered something into the general’s ear, causing him to frown slightly and nod.

‘OK, well then, I think we’ve got everything we need,’ said the general, rising. ‘We don’t want to take up any more of your Sunday.’

‘No, hang on—wait!’ said Arthur suddenly, as the others stood up and followed the general over to the front door. ‘Actually, there was something else! There were like these symbols. Some kind of writing. I couldn’t understand them, though.’

Peter put down his coat and quickly took out his phone again.

‘Can you describe these symbols?’ he asked.

‘No, I’m sorry, but—’

‘But?’

‘But I remember that they were only next to one group of planets, and not any of the others.’

This time Peter nodded to the general.

‘Good. Thank you, Arthur. Now, if you could please give us a moment alone with your parents, there are a few things which we need to discuss with them.’

‘What? But why? I thought I answered all of your questions?’

‘You did,’ replied the general. ‘You have been very helpful indeed.’

‘Arthur, go and wait in your room,’ said his mother anxiously.

When Sasha and his mother came in a short while later, he could tell right away that she’d been crying. His stepfather was looking very serious.

‘Arthur,’ she said tenderly, sitting on the bed beside him. ‘The general has just informed us that there’s a problem with that box you found.’

‘What kind of problem? I didn’t break it or anything, if that’s what they’re thinking—honestly!’

‘No, it’s nothing like that. In fact, the problem, from what we can gather, is that you appear to be the only one who is able to open it.’

‘Me? But it’s easy, just say “open” three times. Anyone can do it.’

‘If it were that easy, I don’t suppose that they’d be here asking for your help, would they?’ said Sasha, handing him a piece of paper.

‘What’s this?’

‘Look for yourself.’

Arthur unfolded it.

TOP SECRET

To: General Hammond

From: The desk of the Minister of Defence: David James Mills

Subject: URGENT Directive T8-A89–21

General Hammond,

Due to the extreme importance now being attached to the opening of artefact A1–01 at the highest levels, you are hereby instructed on behalf of the Prime Minister of Great Britain and in full agreement with the President of the T8 council to use all means necessary to ensure that this is achieved. I am sure I don’t need to remind you that this is a matter of both national security and international importance. If this boy is indeed confirmed as being who you think he is, you are authorised to bring him to the T8 facility for further testing.

Yours sincerely,

David James Mills

Minister of Defence

‘For further testing!? What, they’re really going to make me go there?’ he asked after reading the memo several more times.

His mother laid a hand gently on his shoulder.

‘The general said you’d just be needed to help them to open the box again, thats all,’ she said.

‘But you’ll be coming too though, right?’

‘No, we can’t, Arthur. Anna is much too little to be going somewhere like that. And, in case you’ve forgotten, Sasha is finally up for promotion next week.

‘Yeah… But…’

‘The general has, however, just been speaking with your father, and after explaining everything to him, he has agreed to go with you.’

‘Papa? Really!? But… he’s on a business trip to America.’

‘Not anymore. They’re sending a plane for him as we speak.’

5

Papa

With his father on his way back, it had been agreed that they would leave the day after next. The general, on his way out, had taken Arthur to one side for a private word and had told him that he was confident that it wouldn’t be for long. Despite this though, Arthur couldn’t shake off the feeling that it wasn’t going to be as simple as just helping them open the box and then being able to leave again, especially when he remembered the contents of the letter.

Things at home had remained tense after the general and the others had gone. One minute his mother would be angry with him for having found the box in the first place, and the next she was hugging him, telling him it would all be OK. His stepfather, in his turn, had taken it upon himself to keep reminding everyone that because Arthur was going to a special government division, that it meant that he’d have to be on his best behaviour at all times. Even his baby sister, sensing that something was up, kept crawling past his room, popping her head in, and screaming out until she found him. Fortunately, by evening they had managed to calm down a bit. The day after tomorrow still seemed far enough away to be able to push it to the back of their minds.

Arthur, for his part, had been trying his best not to think about it at all. Ironically though, the more he’d tried not to, the more his mind kept conjuring up dark images of mad-looking scientists deciding that it was going to be a matter of national security to keep him there for the rest of his life.

‘I don’t know, Cat,’ he said, as the cat came and curled up next to him on the bed. ‘Don’t you think it’s really kind of strange that the government needs my help? I mean, it can do almost anything, right? Build nuclear missiles, space weapons, cool tanks and stuff. I don’t get why they can’t figure out how to open it themselves.’

The cat stretched out a paw and rested it on his arm.

‘I really wish we could still talk,’ he sighed, tickling him behind his ears.

The following day, Arthur decided to try and find out more about the T8 facility and what he could expect to find when he got there. Curiously however, not only did it not appear on any maps but after searching for hours, all he’d been able to come up with were a few broken links and occasional references to it being a government facility, location unknown. One link though, which he had been able to open, was to a conspiracy theory blog in which the writer had said that whilst knowledge of the existence of T8 wasn’t exactly a secret per se, it was rather strange that it couldn’t be located on any satellite photographs, especially given their general availability these days. The writer had also gone on to say that, in his opinion, it had to mean that there was more to it than it just being a UK government facility and questioned whether it was even in the UK at all.

The afternoon of their departure, the general had arrived with his father at the appointed time.

‘Papa!’ shouted Arthur, rushing to greet him as Sasha opened the door for them.

‘Hellooo, you!’ cried his father, hugging him. ‘How are you doing?’

‘Fine!’

‘So, I hear we’re being sent somewhere, but no one wants to say exactly where that somewhere is. What did we do to deserve that, I wonder?’

‘Ha ha, very funny. It’s a restricted facility called T8. But it doesn’t exist on any maps—I checked!’

‘Did you now? Well, don’t you worry yourself, I’m sure they know how to find it.’ He winked. ‘And anyway, a few days off from school is never a bad thing, right? Are you all set?’

Arthur nodded and pointed to the bulging backpack at the foot of the bed and grinned.

‘Your mum packed that, did she? I bet there’s enough food in there to keep you going for weeks.’

‘And you’ll thank me later for it,’ she replied, appearing out of the kitchen. ‘I’ve heard enough stories about the standard of army food.’’

‘But Mum, I don’t think we’re going to an army base.’

‘Maybe, but as General Hammond here refuses to say anything much about where you are actually going, it can’t hurt to be prepared, can it?’

‘Oh I don’t think you need worry,’ grinned the general. ‘You can be sure that we’ll take good care of them. And, speaking of which, I’ve just been informed that our plane is already waiting for us on the tarmac, so I suggest that we get our skates on.’

‘What, right now?!’ asked Arthur, panicking that he was about to forget something important.

‘Arthur, come on,’ called his mother when he suddenly darted into his room and didn’t reappear again. ‘Everyone’s getting ready.’

‘Yes, yes, I’m coming,’ he called back. What is it that I’m forgetting? He wondered, looking about his room. But there was nothing that stood out.

‘Ah ha! Of course!’ he exclaimed as the cat happened to wander in at that exact moment and meow at him. ‘Cat—it’s you!’

Hurriedly removing the sandwiches and other provisions his mother had packed for him, he laid the pack on the floor in front of him.

‘What? Don’t look at me like that. I know you understand why the general’s here.’

The cat meowed.

‘Yeah, yeah, come on, quickly,’ he whispered, pushing it closer to him.

Meowing again, the cat got in.

‘Okay, now whatever you do, remember to stay quiet and stay hidden, got it?’

‘Arthur!’ called out his mother, again. ‘Come on, whatever are you doing there? We’re all waiting.’

‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ he shouted and heaved the backpack onto his shoulders.

Although it was understood that they weren’t going to be gone for long, he still felt bad about saying goodbye to his mum. She was looking tearful again.

‘Now just do as you’re told and don’t get up to any mischief,’ said Sasha, shaking Arthur’s hand.

‘I will.’

‘And please call us when you get there,’ said his mother.

‘Of course. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,’ replied his father, patting Arthur on the head.

And with a wave, they turned and followed the general to the lift.

Outside, three large, blacked out SUVs were parked in a line near the entrance. As they emerged, men dressed in black uniforms got out and stood between them and a small crowd of onlookers that had gathered to see what was happening. Recognising several of his neighbours, Arthur couldn’t help but wonder what they must be thinking, seeing him coming out with the general.

‘Quite the little show we’re putting on for everyone, eh?’ said his father, putting his things into the boot. ‘There’s plenty of room in here, you know,’ he added, looking puzzled as to why Arthur was still clutching his pack.

‘Yeah, I know, but I might need something.’

‘You can’t be hungry already, surely. Your mum said you just ate before I arrived.’

‘Yeah, I did, but not much.’

‘Fine. Suit yourself.’ He smiled and opened the door for him.

Getting in, Arthur gazed up at the windows of his flat, which all faced that side. He could see his mum peering out, holding his sister. They both waved.

‘It’ll all be okay,’ said his father softly, as Arthur turned to watch them out the back window. ‘Sometimes life throws us curve balls and forces us to do things we don’t necessarily want to. Just try to think of it as a little adventure—nothing more, nothing less.’

6

T8

An unmarked jet had been waiting for them at a small airfield just outside of London. Flanked by two more SUVs, similar to the ones in their convey, the plane had, the moment they were all on board, immediately taxied out to the runway and taken off.

Attempting to work out where they might be going, Arthur had tried to keep track of their route by searching for familiar landmarks on the ground. But no sooner had the aircraft climbed through several large banks of cloud than he’d completely lost his bearings. What he didn’t fail to spot, though, was that after less than an hour in the air, they were no longer flying over land! The words of the blogger had immediately rung in his ears.

And so it was that for the next seven and a half hours their course continued to take them out over open water, finally hitting land again a little after nine o’clock UK time. By now Arthur had worked out with some certainty that wherever it was they were going, it was most definitely in the northwestern hemisphere, because had they been flying east, then it would already have been dark outside. Nose pressed up against the window, he’d watched as a landscape of forests and mountains unfolded in front of them, stretching away to the horizon. In places, it was already buried under blankets of early winter snows.

In between dozing and covertly checking on the cat, who didn’t seem to be having any trouble sleeping the whole way, Arthur had spent quite a large portion of the flight seriously regretting having allowed his mum to talk him out of taking his mobile phone with him. Not only did it have all his games on it, but all his music, too.

‘If you leave it there, then you’ll probably never get it back. And don’t think for a minute that we’ll be buying you another one any time soon if you do. In any case, your father will have his, and a few days away from those games of yours won’t do you any harm, either,’ had been the speech.

As a result, he’d been forced to listen to hours of the general and his father discussing world affairs, all of which seemed to be so far removed from his own life that the only interesting moment had been when his father had attempted to badger him into finally telling them where they were going. The general, though, had smiled apologetically and said that it was top secret.

And so, it wasn’t until the plane had finally begun its descent that Arthur got his first chance to learn something about it. Resembling a kind of town, it was much bigger than he’d been expecting and dominated by several very large buildings, which were themselves flanked by tall tower-like structures. Linked together by networks of over-ground walkways, the whole base, from what he could make out, appeared to have been constructed around a central glass dome. Trying to take in as much of it as he could, he barely noticed that they had landed.

‘So, here we are then. Welcome to T8,’ said the general, as the minivan which had been waiting for them on the tarmac came to a stop inside a hangar. Two soldiers ran up and snapped to attention as he got out.

‘Sir, everything in order, Sir,’ said one of them.

The general nodded.

Stuffed full of racks and containers, the hangar had all manner of vehicles parked along its edges, including, to Arthur’s surprise, several light tanks. A door clanged shut at the far end, and a small group hurried over.

‘Ah, Maria Nikolaevna. A pleasure to see you again,’ smiled the general to the lady dressed in a grey flight suit and cap. ‘Arthur, Maria is going to be your guide and assistant during your stay here. So, if you need anything at all, she’ll be the person to ask.’

‘Hello, Arthur, I am very glad to meet you,’ she said, shaking his hand.

‘And here beside her we have Dr Rubenstein, our head of development here at the facility. You will be working with him on all things concerning the box from this point onwards.’

The elderly, slightly blading man, who was wearing a white technician’s coat with its top pockets crammed full of coloured pens, held out a hand for him to shake. ‘Nice to meet you, young man. Tomorrow will be an exciting day, I’m sure.’

Smiling shyly, Arthur shot a glance at the girl standing behind them. Wearing jeans and a hooded sweater, she had long brown hair and was, he guessed, about his own age.

‘And finally,’ said the general, ‘I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Sky.’

For an awkward moment the two of them stared at each other, neither one quite sure what to do next.

‘Hey!’ said the girl, the first to react, stretching out a hand.

‘Hi!’ he replied, shaking it.

‘I thought that while you’re here with us that it might be good for you to have someone your own age to talk to. My daughter lives with me at the facility, and I’m sure she gets tired of hanging around with old dogs like me all day.’

‘Oh, you’re not such a bad old dog, Papa.’

‘Yes, well, we wouldn’t want that becoming general knowledge now, would we?’ He winked. ‘So then, now that we’ve all been introduced, I will leave you both in Maria’s very capable hands and give you a chance to rest up before tomorrow. Dr Rubenstein, if you would be so kind as to accompany me, I have a few things which I need to go through with you.’

‘Certainly, General,’ replied the doctor.

‘Follow me, please,’ said Maria, and led Arthur and his father out of the hangar, through a security checkpoint, and into a brightly-lit warren of stairs and ultra-clean corridors. Technicians in white coats like the doctor had been wearing hurried to and fro, barely paying any attention to them.

‘Green is for Propulsion Systems,’ she said, noticing that they were staring at a coloured sign-board at the end of one of the corridors. ‘Red is for Astrophysics, blue is for Biomechanics, and so on. It’s confusing for everyone at first, so don’t worry too much if it feels a bit intimidating.’

‘Yes, it’s quite the labyrinth you have here,’ commented his father.

‘Oh, you have no idea. And this is only what you can see above ground.’

‘Is that right? I wonder what goes on down there then.’

‘I honestly couldn’t tell you,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘That information’s way above my pay grade.’

Taking them up several flights of stairs, she led them down a side corridor and stopped in front of a glass door. Pressing a key card against a sensor, it swished open to reveal a plain but cosy looking entrance hall.

‘Arthur, this is going to be your room over here,’ she said, indicating one of three closed doors. ‘And Craig, your’s is that one there.’ Opening a third set of doors, she stepped aside to allow them to get a look inside. Consisting of a kitchen and table at one end, and sofa, TV, and soft chairs at the other, it was a simple but comfortable living area. ‘As you can see, pretty much everything you could need, so make yourself at home and feel free to help yourself if you get hungry. Provisions have already been prepared for your arrival, and you’ll find them in the refrigerator… Also, there’s a telephone you can use, as your mobile phones, if you have them, won’t work here. Just press the red button on it if you need to get in contact with me for any reason.’

‘Red button,’ repeated his father. ‘Got it.’

‘Now, I hope you’ll understand that, given the nature of this facility, you will not be permitted to leave these rooms without an escort. I apologise if that sounds a little draconian but it’s for your own safety as much as anything.’

And telling them that she would return at 9am the following morning, she wished them a good evening and left.

‘Right, well, here we are then,’ said his father after the door had shut behind her. ‘Why don’t we go and get ourselves sorted out and then meet in that living area in a bit? I don’t know about you, but I’m getting kind of hungry.’

Agreeing, Arthur opened the door to his room. Small and lightly furnished, it had a built-in wardrobe on one side and a double bed and side tables on the other. A window at the far end looked out directly onto a concrete wall opposite. Dropping his pack on the floor, he flopped heavily on to the bed.

‘Ouch! Hey – watch it, will you! I’m not a sack of flower, you know.’

‘Oh my God, sorry,’ he replied, rolling over and unfastening the top of it to let the cat out.

‘Go on, admit it, you forgot I was in there, didn’t you?’ meowed the cat, jumping out and stretching himself.

‘Well no, not really. Anyway, I said I was sorry, what more do you wa… ‘Woah! Cat—we’re back!’ he cried. ‘We can talk!… And it has to be because we’re close to the box again, doesn’t it? What do you think?’

‘What do I think!? I think that first thing tomorrow morning you need to get yourself over to wherever it is that they’re keeping it, and offer to buy it off of them! And don’t take no for an answer, either! It can’t cost much – it’s only small. And if they ask why you want it, you’ll just have to explain to them that you’re not very useful without it.’

‘Me? Nice one, Cat. But I seriously doubt that the box is for sale. There’s no way they’ve gone to all this trouble to simply let us take it away again. Ah! Which reminds me, you’re going to need to remember to stay out of sight from now on. No one knows you’re here, and we should probably keep it that way. I can’t imagine what they’ll do if they discover I brought you with me.’

The cat, who’d just started cleaning a paw, glanced up at him.

‘So, why did you bring me?’

‘What do you mean, “why did I bring you?” I told you. It was a feeling, like you needed to be here.’

‘What do you mean you told me?’

‘When we were in my room. When we were all about to leave. I told you that you needed to come, too.’

‘And what, you thought that I somehow magically understood you?

‘Well, I don’t know – yeah, I guess. Why’d you get into my backpack, then, if you didn’t?’

‘Because I saw you were going somewhere with that general and wanted in on the action.’

Arthur gazed at him and then shrugged.

‘Fair enough, I suppose,’ he said, getting up. ‘Well, now you’re in on it, just stay quiet and hidden, ok?’

‘So, first impressions of the T8 facility?’ said his father, as Arthur joined him in the living area. He had just finished warming up the rice and fish that had been left for them, in the microwave. ‘Mmm, yum… tastes pretty good actually. Here, this one’s yours.’

Taking the plate he was offered, Arthur sat down at the little square table, which his father had already laid.

‘I don’t know. Pretty cool, I guess. It’s much bigger than I thought it would be.’

‘You can say that again. Did you get a look at those towers on our way in? I reckon they must be where they assemble rockets and such like. You know, ever since I was your age, I’ve always wanted to see a real space rocket.’

‘Do you reckon they’ll let us see one?’

‘Maybe. Who knows. I don’t see why not. Anyway, no harm in asking, is there? It’s the least they can do, all things considered.’