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Chap 5
Waking with a start John shot up only to be forced down by restraints.
"Yes I'm telling you, I've got one!" a man in the corner caught John's attention. He appears to be talking on one of those cellular devices. Lucky I've got such excellent hearing.
"You told me that before Michael, it turned out to be an artwork you stole off the side of the street." A woman's voice came through the speaker.
"I know I tried that before but I'm serious this time Lizbeth! You've got to believe me!" the male can't be talking about that young female human from my dreams. It's just not possible.
"I'm sorry Michael, but until you learn that I will not be taken for a ride, you won't be paid. Goodbye." The male threw the phone to the floor.
"How dare she hang up." The male moved towards John. "What secrets do you hide? Where are the rest of your alien friends?" John peered down at his arm. Stupid human, forgot to restrain my blade. With a simple flick the blade shot out. With another twist John was free where he stood towering over the human, his black exoskeleton glinting from the overhead light.
"Wow, you're even more impressive up close." Why doesn't this human cower under my presence, instead he seems to be fascinated by me. I could use this to my advantage. John flicked up the console on his wrist, then, collecting all the human speech he had gathered over the years, tried to make contact.
"What is your name person?" So the mimic works.
"My name's Michael." Michael continued to stand in awe.
"Good. Might I ask what you are doing here and why do you want me?" John sat back down onto the bed.
"Well this is my home, I live here. Answering your second question, I was going to be paid to bring in any alien artifacts or alien creatures to this lady, who would do madness knows what with."
"What was that lady talking about on the phone?"
"What do you mean?" John played back his recording of Michael's conversation.
"Oh, you mean that, well that's something we're going to have to discuss tomorrow." John tried to object but found the darkness's grip quick to take hold of him as he fell into a deep sleep.