They are among us (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas)

They are among us

Five months have passed since then, we have revenge of Smoke and Tenpenny. Los Santos came under the control of Families, and it's time to return to Las Venturas and San Fierro. But first I decided to take a week off and take a week off from the crazy shit at the airport in Green Meadows.

Nice place. Clean air, no people. Can not hear any noise of cities or racing down the highway of tourist cars and trucks. Only the distant throb of the wheels with the railroad coming in the morning. Sometimes you fly for maize, are filled with fuel or toxic chemicals, fly away and then silence.

In the afternoon, I took the "desert eagle", a paper bag with food and went for a walk in the desert. The weather was clear, there were no clouds. Sands covered the starry sky.
Carefully crossing the highway, I started to get up to the rocks.
World, a lone traveler!
A familiar voice. Everything is clear, it's True. He watched me, or is this a chance meeting?
In the night the path of seeking together, to lead them to what their looking for!
– Yes, so simple!
We are moving in the direction of El Castillo del Diablo. Although the deserted village was four miles, I began to slowly turn to the side. The truth stopped. I walked a few steps, but he didn't budge.
– All right, let's see watcha got.
When he returned, I handed him the package, but he paid no attention to the food. I think I shrugged and started to chew on the carrot, and in the meantime crazy hippie looked at the sky, dotted with thousands of blinking dots.
– Man, you never explained to me what the green crap was in the Bank.
The old man remained silent, continuing to look at the sky.
Karl, friend, tell me how to determine the direction of the North, if there is no compass?
– Very simple – I pointed to a bright point hanging on the horizon over the North star always in the North.
– Is life in the ghetto teaches such things? asked the Truth was finally looking at me.
– No, man, in flight school we had to memorize.
That's how it is. – Really turned South and started to observe bright stars.
– Do you know the name of this constellation?
Is something like some guy with a spear?
Yeah, the constellation of Orion. Know? Lower right bright blue Rigel, and diagonally on the right shoulder, the red lady of Betelgeuse...
Red? Where there is red?
Hippie dumbfounded. It seems that this time he himself drove into a stupor. This increased appetite, and I went for a second stick.
– Wait, bro, Carl, but damn Betelgeuse should be a red! – exclaimed the Truth.
– I don't know about what you Batel, homie, but this crap bright blue.. Fuck, man, she's growing up!
Now we both fell into a stupor. Bright pale blue dot alarmingly rapidly. Really grabbed me by the arm and dragged her into the bushes. I dived for him, for fear of stepping in a pile of shit.
– What the hell, man, what the hell is happening again?
Now it was blindingly bright circle. He began to shift to the side. He looked pale red dot. And the circle was creeping on the South-West and closer to us.
– Carl is here to see us!
It's weird to sit like an idiot in the middle of the desert, with cowering point and useless gun in the bosom, when you are rushing bright hell. In the head rush scenes operating tables, where little monsters with a laser scalpel to cut your dick off and shove tentacles into the nostrils, and you lay down and can't move. I was now sitting in the backyard of a Retinue and playing dominoes with the fellas.
Dropping the bag, I crawled in the direction of the airfield. Really grabbed me by the ankle and pulled him back. I silently kicked him. Moaning, hippie jumped up to me.
Carl, now is not the time!
– You mothafuca’ mad!? What the hell do you all want from me?
– They haven't detected us, Carl. We quietly follow them!
– Are you stoned, you old son of a bitch. Go to hell!
– Look!
A bright circle turned dark red disk, the bottom of which continued to give blue light. He went down and almost disappeared behind a hill.
Really threw me and ran upstairs. I was about to continue his journey, but the sight of all the other stars, which could also turn into a dish and pounce on me, forced to turn back and follow the only one who was thinking in this situation.
The truth lay on the edge of the mountainside. I crawled and gasped:
– War zone!
– Yes, brother, you about it do not forget!.. softly whispered hippies.
– Man, it's the damn warriors! This time you're gonna make me steal the plate and steal with it the tank green urine!
– Shh-sh-sh-sh!
Umolknut, I began to follow. While the drive down, the weather began to deteriorate. Quickly came the clouds and the wind began to disperse the dust. From somewhere crept the fog.
Is that at Fort Carson did not see, – said the Truth.
– Who the fuck all does it? I asked, flicking from the face of the onslaught of the dry Bush.
Technology, brother. They have and is not there.
The disk hovered over the area and went down to the flight pad near the helicopters. The walls fell the legs of the crane. This thing was the size of four-storey house. The old man pulled out a pair of binoculars. Had the ladder and I instinctively clung to the Truth.
– Think about a pink elephant! – he ordered, not looking up from the binoculars.
I couldn't focus on the elephant hell. The ramp came down not people in suits, and six-foot lizards with long tails! It's a TV show, a hoax!? Dinosaurs in gear! They are greeted by officers and escorted to the bunker!
The towers lit up the lights.
– Carl, you think about a pink elephant!? – panicked Really.
– No, man, what the fuck else elephant at this tryndets!
– They found us! the old man turned and crawled down the slope.
The spotlight began to feel the surrounding hills, and I without question bolted.
We slid down and ran to the airplane graveyard. The truth rushed like hell and was terribly hoarse.
– Hey, where's your mini-bus!
The old man slowed down.
He's useless, dude!
We ran to the first plane wreckage, and disappeared into his gut. Leaning against the wall, the old man was trying to catch my breath.
– I don't blame you, Carl! It's not your fault, no!
Not guilty, man?
– We've been spotted. But you're not to blame for what's supposed to happen... cough, cough...
– What will happen, tell me!
– Nothing, we've made it! – The truth shook his head.
– For real? Ah, my friend, you make a fool of me!
– I stayed at your place until the storm subsides, and leave. But remember: if you see a gray van without advertising, then think about a pink elephant or a tennis ball.