These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free. By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
“There!” Dr. Carl Bernard shouted, his arm shooting out to point at the monitor.
“What?” General Sticks shouted right back, his frustration plain. “I don’t see a damn thing!”
“Strip the top three layers,” Agent Weston said from the back of the room.
The video stopped, started over, but this time the coloring was different, the nighttime sky wasn’t so black, and the fires from the rocket weren’t so bright. And right there, plain as day and coming in from the upper-left-hand portion of the screen, was the UFO.
“Well I’ll be God damned,” General Sticks said, a lot of the air taken out of him. “I’ll be Goddamned.”
Obviously Agent Weston and the controllers in the room had discussed beforehand what the General was to see, for the video slowed now, allowing him to clearly view the UFO approach. It was one of those Goddamn flying saucers, just like he’d seen strewn across the desert floor of New Mexico himself all through that hellacious month of March in ’53 after the treaty’d been signed. They haven’t improved technologically since then? he thought to himself, but then quickly remembered that the Greys were still stuck in their own time, time-stopped, and unable to do anything about it. That didn’t mean they couldn’t travel back in time, and on Earth, that meant anytime they so chose. It’s amazing they keep making so many damn mistakes.
The saucer came down like a dart, a hummingbird…faster than anything General Sticks could compare it to. And there it stopped, just a fraction of a second, even on this low speed, and then shot right back up, straight up and into space and, General Sticks knew, to that damn mothership that’d been around Mercury since 1789.”
“Typical energy beam, undetectable,” Agent Weston said from the back of the room as the tape was allowed to play out and the rocket met its fiery fate. After that the video began playing at regular speed, but still with the saucer visible, and on a continuous loop. General Sticks turned around.
“Stupid, damn stupid of them.”
Agent Weston nodded. “True, but they knew what they were doing, they knew full-well what they were doing.”
“What was that thing worth?”
“$266 million to Virginia’s Orbital Sciences,” Dr. Bernard chimed-in “The thing had 5,000 pounds of food and supplies and other essentials for the Space Station.”
“It’s a good Goddamn that the thing didn’t have any people on it!”
“They’re not that stupid,” Agent Weston said to the General’s words, “not when the entire eastern seaboard from the Carolinas to Maine’s watching.”
“Does NASA know?”
“Of course, but they’re still under the gag order.”
The General nodded. “Alright, this is what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna hit ‘em for this, and we’re gonna hit ‘em hard.” He looked to Agent Weston. “Get me a map of the Four Corners.”