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"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
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~~~Chapter Eight~~~


~~~Previous~~~


Sara reaches her hand into her pocket and takes out the device. "All proof that our planet can be saved, and your planet spared is in here." She holds the device up.

"Where are your parents again?" Jack asks.

"They were arrested for their opposition," Sara replies upset.

"We agreed to complete the task for them," Seth admits.

"What about the assassin?" I ask.

"Wha- assassin? What assassin?" Alex asks in astonishment.

"The Siphon warrior series Deranium 75 was created by our military," Sara explains.

"They bred to hunt?" Alex queries.

"They bred to kill." Seth corrects immediately. "If we don't return home in time, the invasion will proceed."

"We seriously need to find your spaceship," I suggest and they both nod their heads.


~~~Present~~~


We walk out of the Mars exhibit and through the crowds of people in their alien costumes and plenty of tourists. Alex has said that she knows a guy that might be about to help.

"So, how well do you know this guy?" Jack asks sceptically.

"We have done a few panels and debates together on opposite sides," Alex admits.

Jack and Alex stop in front of a skinny guy with glasses which causes Seth, Sara and I to do the same. "Well, hello Dr Friedman. So, you've finally decided to accept my offer of a romantic Benihana dinner for two. Huzzah!"

"What?" Alex asks confused.

He clears his throat awkwardly. "Uh…three years ago, a screening of the Cooper footage. You were in the fourth row, second seat, in a saucy flower print."

My eyes widen in disbelief. "Well, that's just awkward," I mutter softly.

"This is how males usually speak their minds to the opposite gender?" Seth asks.

I shake my head softly. "Not all guys thankfully. Just these types of guys." I say causing Seth to nod his head.

"Ami I this 'type of guy'?" Seth asks.

I let out a soft giggle. "No, you're not. Don't worry."

Seth nods his head and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I keep my work and social life separate. I don't date…colleagues." Alex says smile strained.

"Colleagues," The guy says. "Indeed." He bows.

"Listen, we need to see Harlan right away," Alex tells him, urgently.

"Dr Harlan is currently unavailable for consultations." Another man says as he stands up from a table sitting a little further away from us. "We're more than qualified to answer any questions."

"There is no time for that, it is a matter of life and death that we see Harlan now." Alex interrupts.

"Life and Death, ohh!" The second man mocks and turns to look at the first guy. "Uber scary drama queen theatrics." The first gut lets out a laugh. "What's the 411 sitch?" He asks Alex.

"Okay-" Alex begins but Jack answers for her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You're currently alive. Unless you take us to Harlan, you'll be dead." He says.

The two men look at Jack's sizable build and they are quick to give in, jumbling over their words before leading us outside towards a caravan that is sitting in the parking lot.

Unconsciously, I move closer to Seth's side and he wraps an arm around my waist. I let out a soft sigh as he does. It feels comfortable and normal to be this close to Seth.

The first man knocks on the caravan door and steps back as a voice yells out from inside. "Go away! The book signing is not till 4:30. Read the brochure!"

"Harlan, it's Alex Friedman," Alex calls out and abruptly, the door to the caravan swings open to reveal a smiling old man.

"Dr Alex Friedman." He says as he leans against the door frame. "Quelle surprise."

"We have to speak with you immediately. It is incredibly important." Alex informs him urgently.

Jack, Alex, Sara, Seth and I all go into the caravan, leaving the two men to stand at the back as Alex explains everything to Harlan. When she was finished, Harlan says. "So, you're saying the four of you witnessed this reported UFO crash?"

Sara, Seth and I nod a Jack says, "That's right."

"We were wondering if there was any intel amongst your sources," Alex says hopefully.

"I hate lying. I really don't like lying." Harlan says. "I can tell when people are lying to me." A smile suddenly appears on his face. "But thankfully, your story checks out..."

We all let out a sigh of relief and exchange glances.

"…with all the reports I got from SETI and NORAD and NASA." He continues.

Seth steps forward and leans forward causing Harlan to lean back. "We have reason to believe a team of government-sponsored operatives recovered the spacecraft," Seth says.

"Okay, back up a little, this is not space camp," Harlan says to Seth, who leans back. "Let the experts do their work."

I pull Seth back gently and he automatically wraps his arm back around my waist.

"You're very lucky, you two, that you didn't come face to face with the aliens who were in that craft." Harlan continues causing Seth to tilt his head in confusion. "They're like deadly praying mantises. They eat your flesh."

"Oh, oh. Yes, we are, indeed, lucky kids not to have had our flesh eaten by the aliens." Sara says with Seth nodding his head in agreement.

"You got that right." Harlan agrees. "Okay, let's go to work here."

Alex walks past us to get a closer look at what he was doing. "I got an email from a source that sent me this Sat-grab," Harlan adds.

"Where would they take the spaceship?" Alex asks. "51? Nellis? Wright-Patterson? Vandenberg?"

"From the size and scope of the crash, I would say there's only one possibility. Witch Mountain." Harlan acknowledges.

"Witch Mountain?" One of the men at the back says at the same time causing us to turn and look at him.

"What, are we a singing group here? Let me talk, and you guys nod a bit." Harlan says annoyed.

"I apologize. I'm sorry." The same guy says.

"Witch Mountain," Harlan says again and turns back to his computer. "Let's take a look, here we go. California." We all crowd around the computer to see what Harlan is doing. "About fifty miles from the border of Nevada. And it's one of our top-secret facilities. I got a schematic here someplace." He turns to face us. "You know, if you're planning on visiting, don't. When I say this place is fortified up to the yin yang, I'm making an understatement."

"Here's the schematic." He says as he hands a rolled-up piece of paper to Alex who places it under her arm with a mutter of thanks. "And do you have the book?" Harlan asks as he holds up a thick book from his desk.

"Yes, I do," Alex replies.

"Alright then, here's an aerial view." He says as he hands her an envelope.

A smile appears on Alex's face. "Thank you, Harlan, for everything." She says and we all nod in agreement and turn to leave.

"Whatever trouble you're in…" Harlan says stopping us in our tracks. "…trust no one."


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