"I don't know."
"But it's so - unnatural! How is he alive?"
"I don't know."
The man let out an exasperated sigh.
"Some member of the FBI you are."
"Look, we've never seen anything like this before. I saw the video, and the girl and the boy are obvioulsy not totally human."
"Not totally human? Are you insane?"
"No. There must be some change in their DNA. I'm thinking... aliens, possibly? Or another species of beings that have cleverly avoided detection from us for who knows how long?"
"Aliens? Puh-leez. You've got to be kidding me."
"Hey, you never know."
"So where are they now?"
"We've got them in a sterilized room in a closed-off section of the hospital. It's just easier to keep them here than try to move them. No visitors, obviously."
"How did you get them to go? From the video, it looked like the female moved at a rate much too fast for any normal human equipment to keep her captive."
The other man smirked, "I'm quite sure that the male and female are mates. The male's state of immobility allowed us to get the female to come along without a fuss."
"So... do you think they're the same? Species, I mean?"
"I imagine so. It's my theory that the abilities, like the way the female communicated without words, (probably using some sort of electric current) are split between males and females. We've got scientists coming from around the nation to examine this remarkable species."
"Good. And you want to stay here in my hospital?"
"Yes. I've got people coming to sort out the papers and payments that will be made to you."
"Are there more?"
"More what?"
"Of the species? Maybe that will try to break them out?"
"We've set up security cameras and officers surrounding the ward containing the specimens. The area is 100% secure."
"Excellent. So how much, exactly, are we talking about?"
"What do you mean...?"
"The money - the money! How much am I going to get paid for the lost patient comfort?"
"I told you - I've got people coming to discuss it with you. Now, would you like to see the specimens?"
The short, stumpy man gulped, "Um - well- sure..."
"Good."
They exited the office and started down the empty hallway.
"So now what?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are you going to do with the specimens after you've run tests on them, or whatever you're going to do? Er - I'm sure that the public won't let you keep them there-"
"The public doesn't need to find out about this, do they?"
"Er-" The man gulped.
"You will, of course, be regarded as nuts if you were to tell anyone about this. Also, we will involve Congress on this. You, of course, will not say anything about this. We don't want to alarm citizens."
"Er- of course not."
"Good. After you."
He opened the door and the short man nervously stepped through the door.
Inside were four policemen.
"Identification? You must have authorization to pass here," one said in a bored voice.
The taller, lean man whipped out his badge and flashed it in their direction, "Scott Wilson. FBI."
The policemen suddenly looked interested.
One spoke up, "Hey, you want to tell us what exactly we're guarding here? We've just recieved orders not to let anyone in or out without FBI permission or membership or something and-"
"It's none of your concern. Thank you," the FBI agent said curtly.
"But-" he persisted.
"Whatever, man." A younger officer cut his co-worker off.
The FBI agent and the dumpy hospital owner continued down a longer, also empty hall. Security cameras watched them closely.
Guards with machine guns were stationed along the hallway.
The hospital owner stared at them uneasily.
"What - what are they for?"
"What? Oh, the guns?" his companion smiled, "Obviously, since we don't know much about these specimens, we don't know how dangerous they are. We need to be ready. Besides, how do we know there isn't more of them trying to break in? Like I said, we need to be ready."
"Yes, yes. Er - of course."
"How long since -"
"They've been here? Two days. We're still waiting for the scientists. Their enviroment is set. We've even added top security everywhere."
"Uh-"
"Almost there now."
"Er - good," but sweat broke out across the man's balding head.
They turned down a last bend and the FBI agent nodded to three security officers posted next to each other.
He showed them his badge.
"Scott Wilson. FBI."
"Sure," one of the officers said. They stepped aside.
Scott Wilson punched a number in a keypad on the wall and it scanned his thumbprint.
The lock clicked open.
Author's Note: Please Review!!! I really appriciate it when I know what you guys like and don't like! And I'm SO SORRY about the long wait... it's just it's summer now and I've got driver's ed and am super busy and have other stories... and I know you don't care about my excuses but SORRY!