Clay took his hand to his face covering it completely. Quiet. In shock. He was glad to have the sound off on his iPhone. Immediately, he began snapping photos of both the man and the motionless body on the ground. He was careful to get the license plate as well.
Years as a spook trained him well. He waited fifteen minutes before he left, retracing his path down the road and back to 129. He drove toward the Verizon store and bought another iPhone. He was being cautious and didn't want his number traced.
It was getting late and he wanted to be out of the park before night. He drove into the Smokies toward his home. Once he was in cell towers range, he called Katie.
"Hello. Can you meet me? I am in a mess," the panicked voice asked.
"Oh, sure," she said.
"How about in thirty minutes. The MB on Main Street."
"Okay, thanks. See you soon."
A shaken Clay found his way into the dark cafe. His broad shoulders and muscular legs he could have been an Esquire model. Katie had gotten a table in the corner. Immediately, she stood up as he approached.
Their arms encircled one another as though the last few weeks didn't matter. That they felt safe in one another's arms said a lot about their history.
Katie outstretched her arms to meet his. They were drawn like magnets to one another.
"For some time our government has been hiding the fact that UFOs exist. They are here. I worked on a project to track UFOs around the planet. In short, hybrids are everywhere. Many look Scandinavian but there are others. Lots of species. They are learning from us. About nurturing, how we think, how we feel. They want to understand us. Well, the good ones do."
Katie squeezed his hands ever so gently.
"I know," she said.
"Remember the one in my garage?" she said.
"That dream I had last week on the sectional during broad daylight? Well, it wasn't just a dream. They took me and I am getting inundated with messages, intuition. I even felt the Alaskan earthquake. It is starting. Again."
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