Marshal Book 7: Doctor Cooly and the Little Green Man

By Harvey O. Minnick Jr.

Theres a lot going on, as you may tell by some of the chapter titles, like The Start of a Fun Day, Marshal Speaks, Memories Aren't What They Used to Be, Here Comes the Cavalry, Tales of the Recovery Room, Mission to Nowhere, Everyone through the Looking Glass, Dr. Coolys Adventure in Time, Having Beverly for Dinner, Beverly and the Little Green Man, Flying Cars over Chicago and Rumble in the Lumber Yard. If youre looking for good science fiction with a superhero twist, Marshal is the alien for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490759449

Harvey O. Minnick Jr.

I write to entertain. Sometimes the action may become too graphic or intense for more sensitive readers. It is not meant to be rude, crude, or pornographic, but things can and do get intense at times. I am trying to put you, the reader, in the middle of the action, and it should be intense if it is any good. I do give my readers advance warning so they may skip the more graphic action if they so choose. Also, I cannot spell worth a darn. So please excuse me if anything slipped past the proofreaders.

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Copyright 2015 Harvey O. Minnick Jr.

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Chapter 1 The Start Of A Fun Day

Chapter 2 What Happened

Chapter 3 Marshal Speaks

Chapter 4 Memories Aren’t What They Used To Be

Chapter 5 Here Comes The Cavalry

Chapter 6 Tales Of The Recovery Room

Chapter 7 Mission To Nowhere

Chapter 8 Dru And The Looking Glass

Chapter 9 Everyone Through The Looking Glass

Chapter 10 Doctor Cooly’s Adventures In Time

Chapter 11 Having Beverly For Dinner

Chapter 12 Tarmack’s Playroom

Chapter 13 Beverly And The Little Green Man

Chapter 14 Flying Cars Over Chicago

Chapter 15 Rumble In The Lumberyard

Dedicated ;

to my loving and supportive family and friends everywhere.

FOREWORD

For those not familiar with the Marshal story, Marshal, that’s his name and his job, is an interstellar lawman stranded on Earth. He lost his memory and most of his equipment when the Russians mistook his damaged star ship for a doomsday meteor and shot it down.

Marshal is big, blue and incredibly strong. He speaks with a strange speech pattern due to a head injury and broken translator that works intermittently, the closer you are, the better the translator works.

Brandy Holmes, a member of the Illinois National Guard, found the remains of the crashed ship and Marshal’s apparently dead body, and didn’t want the government to cover it up like they did at Roswell, and took the body to the news media.

Marshal was revived and other aliens were also recovered and revived. The soldiers that help in the recovery of Marshal’s body started to die off from an unknown form of radiation poisoning. Brandy was the last to survive and upon discovering this, Marshal used his uniform jacket to revive her. Brandy was being slowly dissolved and the molecules that made up her body were beginning to fall apart. The nanobots in Marshal’s jacket used the only viable cell structure they knew to reconstruct her body, giving her incredible superhuman strength and endurance.

The other aliens turned out to be criminals being transported to a prison. When this was learned, the aliens escaped and it fell to Marshal to help the humans recapture them. He was assisted by Earth’s first superhero, Brandy Holmes, calling herself Dauntless.

The remains of Marshal’s ship were too deeply imbedded beneath the surface and too big to be moved, so the Air Force build the Ground Zero Complex over the crash sight and continued to study the remaining alien technology. The nearby secret research lab in the Truman College campus was converted into the new HQ for the Heroic Emergency Response Organization under the offices of the United Nations. The 5th Special Group of the US Army was attached to provide the necessary support and placed under the command of Major General Solo.

The ships cryo unit was also used as a containment center for the recaptured aliens. A worker unwittingly released an alien bug known as the Harbinger. The Harbinger is an interstellar parasite that attaches itself to another being and transforms the host body to conform to the needs of the hive. Heather Carter was being transformed into a drone when she was rescued by Marshal, and he once again used his jacket to stabilize her. The reaction between the nanobots and alien chemistry in her bloodstream gave her amazing speed; making her Earths second truly superhuman superhero called Superstar.

The heroes were called upon to provide heroic responses to several emergencies as they came up over the passage of time. Some alien escaped, and other alien technology was stolen and misused, leading to disastrous outcomes.

One dying alien gave his mind over matter powers to Dr. Beverly Cooly as she tried to save his life. She developed amazing mental abilities and became the fourth super hero called Super Doc. And now, Colonel Otis is working with her, trying to help her master her new powers.

Marshal is still having trouble communicating and understanding life on this strange alien world. Superstar is enjoying being the center of attention, while Dauntless and the others struggle to adjust to the unwanted changes to their lives.

Unknown by the heroes, Dr. Alisa Runnoff has built a secret lab in Chicago using stolen funds and technology and is using her access to the heroes to grow an army of super human’s for her own unknown undoubtedly evil reasons.

And as if that wasn’t enough, alien treasure hunters are drawing closer to the Earth searching for Marshal’s ship and its valuable cargo. What will they do once they arrive on Earth and find his ship buried under the ground zero complex? That remains to be seen but it won’t be pretty.

IMPORTANT NOTE

The book is self censoring.

Parts of the story may be to intense for more sensitive readers. Not rude crude or pornographic but to intense for some and that’s ok. The reader is informed when approaching a section containing violence or sex and advised how far to skip and not miss out on the plot or action. You are encouraged to skim through the text until you reach the break in the action.

Not intended for younger readers.

CHAPTER ONE

THE START OF A FUN DAY

A small crowd of college students gathered in the green, looking up at the lone figure standing at the corner on top of the thirteen story building. Is he going to jump? Someone asked.

Another voice in the crowd replied, I think he can fly.

Marshal, a powerfully built blue skinned alien stood looking out over the great city thinking, what a strange place this Chicago is. One cycle they are trying to kill you, and the next they want to have sex with you.

He paused to don the visored helmet and started speaking. "Secure log entry number one. Star date unknown. This is the first time I have had unlimited access to higher technology since becoming marooned on this primitive planet. I am the last surviving crew member of the Bastion. The situation is becoming desperate. Most of my equipment has been either destroyed or fallen into the hands of the primitive humans.

I have been forced by circumstances to work with the humans who currently have all of my prisoners in custody. But I fear it is only a matter of time before they lose control. There have already been a number of close calls.

The human culture has already been contaminated with advanced technology and the knowledge that they are not alone, as they put it. The council may have to consider changing their protected status."

He paused, remembering the events that had befallen him since his coming to this planet. He had made some good friends and had to endure a great deal of pain and suffering. Little did he know that his next adventure had already been set in motion a few days ago.

The daylight was only starting to grow dim, but the corner of Broadway and Wilson was already bathed in the gloom and dark shadows cast by the jungle of steel girders overhead supporting the elevated tracks. This isn’t the theater district of New York, this is a poor working class neighborhood on Chicago’s north side.

Some poor unfortunate child’s homework papers were tumbling along the nearly empty sidewalk, propelled by the cold December wind. The papers became lodged between the curb and tire of a parked car and go unnoticed by the attractive young woman as she hurried past the line of parked cars.

She comes to the corner and waits for the traffic to clear. There isn’t much foot traffic, but the streets are clogged with cars and delivery trucks conveying the life blood to the great city. There is a loud noise thundering down upon her; the sound of steel rollers on steel tracks. She brushes back her shoulder length brassy hair and looks up in time to see the L pulling out of the station overhead.

She glanced back over her shoulder and her heart sped up. The man that had been following her for the last three blocks was still coming and getting closer with every step.

The light at the crosswalk changed and Alisa dashed across the street and into the wood and glass door of the station that seemed to belong to something from another time. Inside were several doors wide open leading to a large market and a marble stairway leading to the station overhead. A couple of people came down the steps. She looked about seeing no one. She paused and looked back through the small glass panes in the green painted doors. He had not made it across the street and was trying to make his way across the street against the flow of traffic.

A familiar female voice rang out, Alisa! Over here.

A wave of relief swept over Alisa as she turned to greet her friend. Sophia, did you bring it?

You disappear for three weeks and this is how you greet me?

We don’t have time. I’m being followed. Do you have it?

Yes, it’s right here, she said as she reached into her coat, pulling out a small device that looked like a tire air pressure gage. Who’s following you?

The rumbling of an approaching train catches their attention and they both dash up the stairs; too late to catch the train. On the now empty platform Alisa takes the device from Sophia and quickly makes some adjustments to it.

Seconds later, the man burst onto the platform and was blinded by a flash of light. All motor movement stops and his mind went blank. Alisa is standing in front of him holding a neuralizer. The two girls looked over the human statue. Sophia asked, Do you know him?

Alisa studied him for a second. Yes, he is one of the soldiers in HERO. Colonel Otis must’ve sent him to follow me.

What are we going to do?

After I give him a new memory, you give him the Volstock treatment.

Alisa turned to face the petrified man. "If you have to report about me; you followed me downtown where I went window shopping up and down Main Street, and I didn’t speak to anybody.

Make that Michigan Avenue, Sophia suggested as Alisa tucked the neuralizer away.

With a nod of her head Alisa added, Make that Michigan Avenue, and you are feeling very tired from following me all over downtown. She turned to her friend standing next to the man. You have the honors.

Sophia pulled a small pistol out of her hand bag and gave him a chop at the base of his neck, knocking him out. The girls caught his body as it crumpled and eased him over to the empty bench. Good, now he will think he simply fell asleep and there is nothing for him to report, Alisa said with a smile on her pretty face.

And if he goes to see a doctor about his stiff neck you will, be there to treat him, Sophia said with a smirk.

Possibly, there are three medical doctors assigned to HERO.

The rumbling of steel wheels on rails announced the approach of another train. The two girls walked to the other end of the platform and boarded the train. They moved to the end of the car and sat together. After making sure no one could over hear them, Sophia commented, Be careful with that. MIB is looking for it.

Where did you get it?

Now it was Sophia’s turn to smile. Agent Q in London has misplaced his. As the train jerked and started to move Sophia said, Now maybe you could make your report.

I don’t have much to report. I have limited access to the aliens but not their technology. They have put me in temporary quarters in the headquarter’s building and I have made some contacts with the sergeants and enlisted men, but I don’t seem to have anything to report.

But you’ve had nearly three weeks.

The commander of the army unit is suspicious of me. I think they are neuralizing me at the end of the day so I don’t remember anything I may have learned. I’ve got to find a way around the colonel.

But I thought General Solo was in command.

He is the overall commander, but Colonel Otis is the commander of the military contingent assigned to provide security and manpower for HERO. He even goes out with the heroes on some missions.

Sounds like another American cowboy. I’m sure you’ll find a way to turn him. You always do.

He is very resistant so far.

We have developed some new contact lenses that will nullify the effects of the neuralizer. I’ll see if I can get you a pair of them soon. What about the alien? Is it true what they say about him?

Yes, he is amazingly strong and has completely forgotten most of his past. All he knows is that he is a police officer and that he considers Earth to be part of his jurisdiction while he is here. But I don’t think he will be of much use to us. He doesn’t know that much about the technology and it is hard to get him alone. He is always surrounded by one or more of the girls.

The girls? Sophia asked.

The other heroes, Dauntless and Superstar, and now Doctor Cooly is being groomed to be a hero. She is called Super Doc.

That is unfortunate."

But I have hope of learning something from the other alien called MaCos. He is the alien engineer who developed all of the weapons for the first group of alien prisoners.

Then there is hope.

Not much, he is very lonely but he’s not human-like. He is more a cross between a human and a pig. He is covered with bristles and is revolting to be around, but I think I can learn something from the human scientists that work with him.

What about the alien technology?

The only alien technology I have seen is the translator and the white uniform. They have recovered a few translators from the aliens in cryo at Ground Zero and they are using a sample of the white cloth to grow more uniforms, but it is a slow process. But I am convinced that they have more locked away in the lower level laboratories.

Are there going to be any repercussions concerning our involvement in his shoot down?

I don’t think so. He has been led to understand it was an accident.

It occurs to me that your English is excellent and that you may be able to neuralize this Colonel Otis into forgetting you are a Russian.

That is a thought, Alisa replied with a laugh.

After going through a couple of stations, the girls get off at Argyle, a strangely Oriental looking stop complete with ornate oriental carvings. Alisa looks around confused. What is this place?

There was no need to keep going north. Are you hungry?

A few hours earlier, Marshal stood alone in a barn, ready to fight. There were two unconscious cows at his feet. After defeating the sentinel bovine, he had lost contact with the other heroes. He could not use the communicator as the primitive radio did not function with his translator.

Colonel Otis, in his white HERO uniform, lowered himself down from the rafters. I’ve never seen a cow stand up on its hind legs and fight like that before.

Yes, their fighting style was most unorthodox. He looked around and motioned to the dozen frightened dairy cows huddled in the corner. You had better stay here and guard the prisoners.

Colonel Otis glanced at the small herd and back at the giant blue alien saying, I’ll call the rest of the troops in.

We may not have time for that. I will go in and see. You follow up when the soldiers arrive.

Marshal made his way quickly across the open yard into another primitive human structure. Unlike the previous buildings, there were no animals, only a myriad of strange alien devices and vehicles large and small. There was a work bench covered with hand tools of every shape and description. Some looked familiar, others did not.

He took care weaving his six foot eight inch incredibly muscular body through the tangled mess of tools and things. The escaped felons were hiding in the adjacent building and he did not want to alert them to his presence. His red cape snagged on a lawnmower and he paused to free it.

The opposite side of the structure was open and afforded a view of the yard and main dwelling. Heather, one of his fellow heroes, was tied to a large tree and deeply enraged by the zombie virus. You would be hard pressed to find a more shapely zombie She struggled against the steel cable that bound her around her waist. There was nothing he could do to help her. He had to hope that her uniform would release enough nanobots into her bloodstream to counter the effects of the infection.

If Superstar had been tied to a tree it meant the element of surprise was out of the air lock. He paused to survey the scene. The surrounding fields and pastures gave not a hint of the threat to mankind. He hoped the troopers were in position. He drew his .75 caliber plasma pistol and took out the magazine to examine its contents. As he suspected, the ammunition inside had melted. Once again Dr. Brewvill’s chemistry had failed. Dejected, he returned the useless weapon to its holster. He would do this the old fashioned way.

He dashed across the open yard and up the stairs into the primitive human dwelling. Inside, he found Mogo, the three eyed alien mastermind was there in his customary tuxedo and turban. There was another unknown alien with a great bulbous head, throbbing veins and dark penetrating eyes.

Dauntless, his constant companion, was also there with a family of humans huddled in the far corner by a fireplace. Before he could act, Dauntless, the super strong human female with the physique of a bodybuilder, launched into him. She drove her shoulder deep into his stomach lifting him up off of the floor and driving him back out through the door. They tumbled down the steps and she landed on top of him and started throwing punches.

The force of her blows knocked his head back into the concrete sidewalk, shattering it. Dauntless is the Earth’s strongest human being with the strength of a dozen normal men. She is also his closest friend on this strange planet and he didn’t want to fight her. He pleaded with her, Brandy, resist them! Do not allow them to dominate your thoughts like this. You are strong, fight them!

Brandy, a pretty and caring young girl, normally had a sweet disposition, but she was being controlled by one of the aliens. His words fell on deaf ears. He would have to fight this tempest of speed and strength that was his closest friend on Earth. He blocked her punches with his massive arms and started to rise. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leapt up into the air, like a bucking horse.

His entire body was rocked when her knee came crashing down on his stomach. She was being controlled but she knew his one weak spot and was going to exploit it to the fullest. The muscles of his abdomen were either completely missing or shredded to a mere shadow of their previous existence, due to several recent encounters here on Earth.

She easily pinned his shoulders back down on the ground and commenced to pulverizing him by repeatedly driving her knee deeper into his stomach, crushing him and driving his guts up into his throat.

His large blue hands found their way to her shapely waist and tossed her off as if she were weightless.

She landed on her feet and moved right back at him. As he rose up, her pelvis collided with his face. He could feel her warmth as her leg slid up over his shoulder. Suddenly, she was behind him with her legs surrounding his head.

Her powerful thighs clamped down around the sides of his head and began to squeeze with a force that felt as if it would crush steel.

It felt as if the top of his head was going to explode. His hands pawed at her powerful muscular legs seeking to grab hold, but she only batted them away and continued applying the pressure. The world started to heave and sway about. He was getting dizzy. His hands found her bottom and with one supreme effort, he pushed her off.

He fell down on all fours and just sucked in the fresh air. As his vision cleared, he noticed Heather. The human hero tied to the tree was no longer struggling to free herself. There was no sign of the other human soldiers coming. He would have to deal with Dauntless and the aliens. He rose up on his knees ready to fight.

His face exploded as Brandy planted the top of her booted foot in his face. Sparks and fireworks filled the sky as Brandy towered over him. He was still up on his knees; his body was swaying side to side like a spring. His head started snapping left and right as she threw punch after punch at his jaw and face.

He was knocked back when her knee slammed into his chin. His body snapped back like a coiled spring and he planted his face in her stomach. He peeked up to see what she was going to do, but her massive breasts blocked his view. Not wanting to be the recipient of any more abuse, he grabbed hold of her waist and tossed her up thirty feet into the air. Brandy may be the strongest of all the humans, but Marshal is the strongest living thing on the planet.

She went crashing into the upper part of the primitive structure used as a dwelling place for domesticated animals. There were several audible crashing and breaking sounds. Apparently she continued to crash through various things inside the structure. The sound of a hubcap rolling faster and faster until it came to a halt was the last sound to emanate from the barn, followed by a small cloud of dust and debris.

He struggled back up to his feet and shook it off. He could see soldiers running up and Heather struggling at the cable restraining her. He turned his attention back to the criminals taking refuge in the dwelling and started up the stairs.

Brandy’s powerful arms wrapped around his waist from behind. She lifted him up off the floor and carried him with his feet flailing about back to the shattered sidewalk. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was becoming apparent that he would have to render her unconscious.

He ripped her hand away from his body. The ground came rushing up to him. She had kicked his feet out from under him. She had the same form fitting white and blue uniform he did, only lacking the red cape. He could see her muscles tensing up ready to pounce upon him. He tried to catch her, but it was as if he was caught in quicksand or under water. Auger, the bulbous headed alien was using his mind over matter powers to slow Marshal’s movement.

Brandy landed blow after blow. He was being battered, he had to knock her out. He threw a punch that had the force of a freight train, but she managed to dodge it and slipped around him sliding her arm under his chin and around his neck.

Her leg clamped down around his body trapping one of his hands. He desperately struggled to free his head but she managed to grab hold of his free hand and interlocked their fingers. He was at the disadvantage with four fingers versus five.

The fight had entered a new stage; the punishing blows had stopped. He was slowly freeing his hand from hers by pulling it out of her reach. Suddenly free, he relaxed, leaning back into her welcoming soft body. This wasn’t so bad. She had stopped trying to hurt him. Maybe she had found a way to resist their mind control.

Suddenly the muzzle of her primitive earth weapon was pressed against the side of his head. There was a flash and his head exploded. Everything went black.

Marshal sat up covered in sweat breathing rapidly, his bare chest glistened in the first rays of the sun shining in through a window. He was in his bedroom. His blue skin is barely visible in the dark shadows of the early morning light. He looked down and was startled to see he was not alone.

At first he was conflicted. In the darkness he could just barely make out the pretty face of Brandy with her eyes closed, his assailant in the dream. She posed no danger. It had been a dream. He sighed in relief. The bed bounced as he dropped back down to his pillow. As he lay there dropping off, he wondered what had brought on such a vivid nightmare. It had all happened in Iowa as they moved in to capture the aliens responsible for the zombie outbreak, but that was in the past. Perhaps it was due to the beating he was taking trying to satisfy her sexual needs. She was becoming more demanding, more like Heather. Maybe these humans are even more sexually perverse than the Gammons. Whatever it was, he nodded off before coming to a conclusion.

Mmmm. There is a stirring among the bed sheets next to him. Brandy’s head slowly rises above the horizon that is Marshal’s chest. She was half asleep and completely unaware of his nightmare. She brushed her short platinum hair back and smiled broadly, sliding her hand across his chest, her fingers lightly dancing along. The feel of her slightest touch awakened memories of past passion.

She eases her magnificent body over his; her full round breasts dragging heavily against his chest. She playfully pokes him on the tip of his nose and he starts to stir. She awakened him with a gentle kiss saying. Want to go for a new personal best?

He could not understand her words but understood her meaning. He slowly shook his head no in protest but she would hear none of it. The air was thick with the smell of Polo, actually his pheromones. She was fully aroused and determined to act. The touch of her hand was both delicate and electrifying. She slid her hand down along his muscular body and determined that he was still able.

She had a devilish smile and the look of a little girl knowing what she wanted but was too shy to ask. She was filled with desire and determined to have her way. He saw all of this in her face as her face caught the rays of the sun coming through the window.

He moaned in protest. She stifled any protest with more kisses. Nose to nose, she kissed him again and smiled saying, We can do it. He slowly shook his head in disagreement. She giggled and rose up over him. Her glorious fit body caught the early morning light, she was aglow; bathed in it. It gave her a radiance all her own. I’ll do all the work, she sighed as she brushed her short golden hair out of her face.

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She settled down using both hands to handle things. Her body seemed to swallow him up. That familiar old tingling sensation seemed to reinvigorate him. Despite his exhausted state, he could feel it drawing him in deeper and deeper into her warm body. She could feel his cool body filling her with excitement and anticipation.

She just sat there motionless for a time savoring every last sensation. Her movements started very slowly with just the muscles of her stomach and abdomen undulating, embracing, and enveloping his body over and over.

With slow, precise and powerful movements, she began to encompass his every thought. Her ability to withstand stimulation and her apparent need for it seemed limitless, only matched by her vigor and prodigious endowments which enabeled her to keep it up. She was already biting her lip but showing no other signs of reaching fulfillment.

He, on the other hand, had reached the limits of his endurance. Her stomach muscles slowly drove her pelvis into his as her hips started to rotate, adding intensity to her already determined engagement.

An engagement he sought to end. His hands slid up her legs to her hips and attempted to roll her over, but her powerful legs clamped around his sides prevented this. As he gradually sought to find relief in another way, her hands sought out his and their fingers became intertwined and she pushed his hands out and away and amped up her gyrations.

He managed to pin her hands behind the small of her back which caused her to arch her back, pushing her massive full breasts up and out. As her gyrations reached their climax, he started to shudder and she clenched her legs and stomach more tightly than before and started to convulse on top of him. Oh yes, oh yes OH GOD YES! They both were breathing heavily.

It’s over in a few seconds and she slowly lowers her body onto his, keeping her pelvis going in a slow grinding motion trying to savor every last quiver of the moment. She lavishes kisses upon him before surrendering herself to the total bliss that she was enjoying.

It wasn’t until some time later when she realized that her head wasn’t resting on his broad powerful chest as usual but on the pillow next to his head and that she was otherwise in line with his body. Something is different. She raises her head and looks him dead in the eye. Are you curled up or something? How are you doing that?

He had no idea of what she was speaking. She pulled her hands free of his and got off of him. She watched as he curled up and rolled over. She turned the lights on and pulled him out of bed by the hand. She stood him up and looked him straight in the eye. He didn’t have the slightest idea what the problem was, but he could tell she was excited about something.

She was looking