The Crop Circle Syndrome
Part Three: How to Bag an Alien
"Uncle Ross!" Hannah called from the living room. "Some secret agents are here!"
"Actually," Di chuckled as a tall man in his mid forties approached, "we're from the FBI. I'm Agent Seven and this is my partner Agent Nine."
"Right," Ross stated skeptically, "Well I suppose you two are here to ask about the crop circle incident."
The two agents nodded.
"You here to laugh about it too?" he added, "That's what the local authorities did."
"No sir, we just want the facts." Chase replied sternly. He was starting to get into his role. Di dreaded that.
"The facts eh?" Ross huffed, "Well here they are. For the past few nights weird noises have kept coming from my field and a few other fields nearby. The animals go nuts and then things get quiet again. By morning there's always a big design in the middle of the field. The crops are getting destroyed and no one's doing anything about it!"
"The authorities don't believe you," Di nodded, "The believe this is all some elaborate hoax you and the locals are pulling for publicity."
"Why the heck would I ruin my own crops?" Ross demanded, "Fame ain't nothin' if you're broke!"
Di thought for a second, "You said something about 'weird noises', what did they sound like?"
"The kids were out there one night when it happened," Ross answered gruffly, "They can tell ya."
Zack and Hannah stepped forward. "It sounded like lasers going off." Hannah said shyly.
"Lasers?" Chase repeated.
"Yeah." Zack exclaimed, "Like when Ultra Dude faced the Evil Overlord in Attack of the Robotic Zombies!"
"Cute kid," Di muttered.
Chase shook his head, "My suggestion, lower your intake of sugar."
"What else can you tell us about that night?" Di asked.
Hannah twirled around in place. "Our dog didn't like them."
"Them who?" Chase and Di asked in unison.
"The aliens." she answered.
"What aliens?" Chase persisted.
"The ones in the cloud." Zack pointed out the window and up towards a large storm cloud in the sky.
"Whoa." Di murmured, stepping out onto the porch. "How long has that thing been there?"
"Bout four days now," Ross replied, "And the weatherman ain't said word one about rain for nearly a week."
Chase leaned over and whispered to his partner, "Di, that's a cloaked alien ship. And they're probably watching us right now."
"Perfect," Di groaned, "we'd better contact the boss."
Chase nodded and turned to the family. "Mind if we go and check out these crop circles for ourselves?"
"Sure," Ross agreed, "I'll just get my boots on and-"
"That's alright," Di interjected, grabbing Chase, "we can manage."
It didn't take the two agents long to reach the center of the latest crop circle.
"Alright," Di took out her communicator, "Chief's gonna want to know about this."
Up in the spaceship Commander Meg was furiously pounding on her view screen, "Where is that incompetent louse Gent when we need him?!"
Hipner was staring at the radar screen and noticed a third blip appear behind the first two. "I think that 'louse' may actually be doing his job Commander."
Meg stormed over to Hipner's station and checked the screen for herself. "This should be good." she grinned menacingly.
"Well, what's the hold up?" Chase asked for what seemed like the hundredth time to his partner who was frantically trying to contact their boss.
"I'm not getting a connection," she scowled, "something's jammed this cheap piece of junk!"
"Something…" Chase began looking up at the dark cloud hovering above them, "…or someone?"
A shot was fired sending Chase to the ground. "Chase!" Di screamed.
"It's a trap!" he yelled, clutching his left side. "Get down!"
Di did as told but crawled over to her fallen partner, "Chase hold still, I'll pull that thing out of you."
Wiggling the dart a bit she was able to loosen it just enough to yank it out of her partner's green flesh.
"It looks like a tranquilizer." she stated. "But who-"
Just then a hissing figure stepped out from amidst the crops which were still standing by the edge of the design. Snarling at the helpless agents he raised his weapon again. "So you're is the ominous pair the MIB has sent out to investigate the crop circles? I must say, I'm UNDERwhelmed."
The world was growing black around Chase so he rapidly turned his attention to his partner, "Di…you've got to…run. Get help."
"I can't just leave you out here with this creep!" Di shouted, drawing her blaster and aiming it at Gent.
"The name's Gent, Red." with a lightening fast move Gent drew his sidearm and shot the blaster out of Di's grasp.
"Yeah," Di rubbed her sore hand, "well it'll be MUD by the time I'm through with you!"
"Di…" Chase knew this was no time for her to show her stubborn streak, "…you're not even armed, get out of here."
Then the world went black for the male agent and he sank back to the ground drugged and helpless.
"Chase!" Di grabbed his shoulders and shook him furiously, "CHASE!!!"
Gent wasn't one to pause for sappy moments. "One down…one to go." he raised his weapon and fired.
Di dodged the dart and reluctantly stumbled over to the crops by the far edge of the design. She felt terrible leaving her partner behind but it wouldn't do either of them any good if she were captured.
"HA! Look at that pathetic human run!" Hipner chuckled.
Tears stung at Di's eyes as she raced through the field fearing that Gent was right on her tail.
But Gent was standing over Chase now. With a minor amount of effort he hoisted the unconscious agent up on his shoulders.
"What's that fool doing?!" Meg boomed, "He's letting that girl get away!"
"But Commander Meg," Uta spoke up, "if she were captured who would tell the MIB about the other agent's kidnapping?"
Meg ground her teeth together furiously and contacted Gent, "You idiot! She'll lead the MIB right to us!"
"Not if she doesn't have the chance," Gent's image grinned, "I'll take this one to a secluded hideout in the city and contact the MIB with a ransom demand from there. They won't even bother coming back here."
"And if they do," Hipner grimaced and pressed a button on his panel, a streak of neon green light shot out and singed a mass of crops below, "we'll take care of them."
Meg smiled devilishly at this, "We may actually pull this off. So a few humans may die in the process? You can't ravage a planet---without destroying a few lives." Sinister laughter followed and echoed through the very depths of the ship. And once again, the fate of the world rested in the hands of the Men in Black.
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