John Jameson took off his helmet as he walked out of the shuttle. He shook his head as his brown hair fell in place. He took a deep breath and smiled. 'It's good to back home on good old Earth,' he thought. He looked up to see a beautiful blue sky-devoid of clouds. It was a really beautiful day-almost as beautiful as a special someone...
"Hey, John! Congrats!" John turned around to see one of the scientists named Morgan walk toward him. He had messy brown hair, thick black glasses, and hazel eyes. He wore a white lab coat over a pair of black pants. "You got anything new for us?"
"Actually, this rock might be worth examining. It's different from all the other rock samples that we've ever collected." With that, John Jameson held up the plastic bag with the black rock.
"Interesting," mumbled the scientist as he took the bag from John and examined it. "Well one thing's for sure-it is something different. Perhaps the moon was once populated by a complex species, and then some disaster wiped them out. And now, this is the only thing left." Morgan's glowed as he looked up at John with a wide grin.
John laughed. Boy, did Morgan have the weirdest ideas. "I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, at least I got a laugh out of you. I haven't heard one from you in days ever since that incident at the wedding."
"I've gotten over that now. I'm happy for her," replied John-recalling the wedding in every little last detail-even though it had been over a month.
"That's great. I'm pretty sure you'll find someone else, John. Don't worry about it."
"Can we examine the rock?" asked John impatiently. Although he was getting over it, he still felt uncomfortable when someone brought the topic up.
"Yeah, sure," said Morgan-who didn't notice John's impatience. "Just wait a sec." Morgan said as he slipped a small round silver disc out of his white coat pocket.
"Hey, Morgan. Shouldn't we-?" Suddenly, Morgan placed the device in front of John and sprayed him with green gas.
"What the fu-?" exclaimed John. It was too late, though. The gas had entered his nostrils, and by that time, it made his body grow limp. John fell to the ground-with his arms and legs splayed around him. Morgan bent down beside him and placed his index and middle fingers on John's throat. He felt John's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief. He pocketed the black rock and the device into his pocket. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps and turned to see two scientists and the two astronauts who had boarded with John run toward him. Fortunately, Morgan realized that none of them were suspicious of him-which meant that they hadn't seen him spray the gas in front of John.
"What happened, Morgan?" asked James-one of John's comrades on the trip.
"Well, I don't know. John just fainted. It must have been from the trip or something," replied Morgan.
"Let's get him inside quick," said one of the scientists. The two astronauts each took one of John's arms and hung them around their neck. They quickly walked away. One of the scientists followed, and the other was about to, but he noticed that Morgan was still behind him. He turned to see Morgan with his back turned and staring ahead.
"Hey, Morgan-you coming?" asked the scientist as he turned his head around.
"I'll be there in a sec." The scientist shrugged and jogged toward the others.
If the scientist had stayed behind, he would have seen Morgan tap on a small silver earplug that was hidden from view by his messy brown hair. Morgan pulled out a sturdy black wire that extended to a small black ball that was hidden behind his ear. He placed the ball in front of his mouth. If only the scientist had stayed behind, he would have heard Morgan utter six words that would have made him realize that Morgan was not another ordinary scientist at NASA: "Morgan to the Kingpin-I've got it."