This came from a lovely reviewer asking about a UFO in a certain Pennsylvanian town. Now no one knows what was said between Murphy and the two men so it could have been anything. But the truth is out there.
While not one for tight black suits I do dress up pretty nicely if I do say so myself. Not that I'm here to impress more than intimidate? Yeah normally I'd be the one shouting about freedom of the press but, well if it had to be me or one of them I'd want it to be me. See my boys aren't against getting physical when it's a matter of national security so even though Murphy hasn't done anything...yet it's my job to make sure he doesn't.
"Just a word?" My college remarks to the newsman as he motions towards a back room. "It won't take long."
I don't say anything as the newsman locks eyes with mine. I simply nod and slowly he turns and leads the way. Once I'm in I close the door, blocking it so no one will leave until we're finished. Again I feel like someone else entirely, he's scared, the townspeople want answers and I can't give them any.
What would I say? Hey this thing landed in the middle of the woods, not sure what it is. If it's Russian or alien but don't you worry the military is here to set the matter straight. Panic on a national level I mean come on you saw what people did to that Japanese balloon during World War two. Complete panic and I let them think it was a UFO that time. So this time? Nope, sorry boys this shit is classified.
"You can't do this!" It's a weak attempt but he sees the look in my eyes. "This is unconstitutional."
Again I don't say one word but letting my other agent speak for me. "Now you can think that and keep the documentary the way you have it or well let's see...man found dead in the middle of field." Murphy's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he looks from me to my friend and then back to me. "Your choice."
It doesn't take long after to gather up all the evidence he found on what fell that night. It's a shame too since he had photographs, transcripts...hours if not weeks of work all mine now. Well my government's. Some will go under lock and key, others will be destroyed and for a small few pieces...well like I said he had good photographs.
I look down at one. Russian, alien...one of mine? Really not sure nor will I ever be but, damn it really does look like some trippy acorn with what looks like Arabic or Egyptian writing all over the rim. "Oh well...another Roswell." I say throwing a few other pictures into my fireplace knowing soon my brother will be calling me. He saw it too sadly so I'd hate to lie to him but well...sorry bro it was nothing.