The week after the fall of Washington was a nightmare. The
Vesgas, as they
called themselves, interviewed the surviving citizens
meticulously. They wanted to
document the culture they were destroying.
The Vesgas looked almost human but they were all over seven
feet tall. They
weighed at least 500 pounds. It seemed as if the Aryan race
had been successful in
breeding the superior race on their planet.
After 36 hours of interrogation, George Bush was more
concerned about
Condalessa Rice then about the collapse of his government.
Once he had thought she was
a pillar of strength. Now she seemed to be getting weaker
by the minute. They sat in the
gray interrogation room of the DC police station. Across
from them were two aliens.
Ahn was apparently the ranking officer. Becho was clearly
his subordinate.
The aliens had asked every possible question imaginable:
what they ate, where
they lived, what game the Redskins used to play. They had
been drugged, beaten,
starved- whatever the Vesgas thought would get the
information. Bush thought there
wasn’t anything else they could ask.
“One more question before you leave us. Then we will
decide whether we will
return you to your prison or send you to whatever afterlife
you believe to exist,” Becho
said. He leaned across the table as if he were trying to
establish intimacy. Perhaps he
thought this would make the humans confide in him. “Who
are the aliens that came here
before us?”
“Wh-wh-what aliens?” Bush stammered.
“We have documented many cases of humans being examined
by an alien race.
They said the aliens were small, slight of build with almond
shaped eyes. Like this.”
Ahn showed Bush a pencil drawing. Bush laughed
hysterically. It was all too
surreal.
“You’ve been talking to the lunatic fringe,” Bush
said. “It’s just a legend.”
“We understand a ship landed in your Western region, in a
place called Roswell.’
“No. That’s just a story,” Bush giggled. His
laughter unnerved Rice. She started
to cry.
“Your air force has suppressed any information concerning
these aliens.”
“It’s an urban legend! A lie!!! People made it
up!!!” Bush cried. “What are you?
Stupid??!”
Becho reached across the table and punched the president.
Bush flew backward as
if he’d been pulled by an invisible string. He fell
against the wall and landed on the floor
in a disheveled heap.
Becho picked up his limp body and was going to finish him
when Condalessa
screamed, “NO!! I’ll tell you anything you want to
know!! Please don’t hit him again!!!”
Becho dropped him and sat back in his chair. Condalessa
sobbed quietly as the
aliens shuffled their paper work and prepared for her in
depth information.
“It was a very hush-hush operation,” she sobbed. “I
never knew their name. We
kept their activities quiet in return for our personal
safety. I-I know that’s not very
patriotic but you have no idea what a person would do to
keep away from their
examination tables.”
Ahn silently recorded her words. Perhaps it was his
officer training. Becho found
the concept of unknown aliens somewhat unsettling.
“What was their mission?” Becho asked.
“I’m not really sure,” Condalessa said. She wrinkled
her brow as if she wanted
some questions herself. “They would capture people and
take them up to their
spaceships....Sometimes they use a cattle prod...”
She drew what she thought a cattle prod was and what she
thought the aliens used
them for. Becho raised an alien eyebrow.
Ahn put the picture in his file.
“Where did these people come from?” Becho asked
nervously. He crossed his
legs which is something Vesgas never do.
“I thought you might know,” Condalessa said. “Since
they seem to come from the
same direction as you.”
“We’ve never encountered them,” Becho said. He
drummed his fingers on the
table until Ahn told him to stop.
“Maybe you’ve encountered them and don’t know it,”
Condalessa said. “See,
they abduct you in your sleep. You just think you’ve had
a bad dream. Do the Vesgas
dream?”
“No.” Ahn said.
“Sometimes we dream.” Becho said. Then he shrunk from
Ahn’s glaring
disapproval.
“Or you might just black out,” she continued. “The
only way you know you’ve
been abducted is you look at your watch and realize you’ve
lost hours...sometimes
days...you don’t even know they did anything.”
Becho fidgeted in his chair. Ahn looked at her but showed
no emotion.
“Don’t you know who they are, Mr. Ahn?” she asked
innocently. “They always
have a contact in the military...among the officers...”
“What?” Ahn said. For the first time his officer
training was not of any help to
him.
“She said, the military officers know about these
aliens,” Becho said. “They cover
for the aliens and, in return, the aliens don’t
‘examine’ any of the officers.”
They launched into an argument in their native tongue.
“Todos yen, Ahn? Todas yen ada cah-tell-prood?”
“Nyat! Nyat!! Ne pas aldos cah-tell-prood!!”
There was a blinding flash of light. When she could see
again, she saw Becho,
deathray in hand, standing over Ahn.
Two alien soldiers rushed in.
“What happened here?” one of the soldiers asked.
Becho looked around wildly. He screamed at Condalessa,
“Tell them about the
cattle prod!!!”
“Sit down, boys,” Condalessa said, smiling. “Let me
draw you a picture.”
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