An Observe Story

I'm in an office just as I planned. Looking through the file cabinets I make sure to gaze through the corner of my eye for movements in the closet in which I stuff the half naked and unconscious military officer. I frantically look through files searching for something, something to confirm my suspicions. Looking for 15 minutes I have found nothing. Just requests forms; "Request for money to build third level," "Request for more personnel." Request, request, request. That naked man in the closet must be an accountant of some kind. I'm obviously in the wrong office. I close the cabinet and walk towards the door as another man opens it from the other side.

"Hey. . .What happened to John?"

"You mean. . ." I try to remember the tag I ripped off the uniform before placing my fake one on it ". . . Sergeant Lavender"

"Yeah. . . What happened to him?"

"Last time I saw him he ran out the door. He was briefing me when he mentioned that he didn't feel well. Said he was thinking of leaving the base for today. Then he ran out the door covering his mouth. Go figure."

The man is young and is obviously wet behind the ears as he takes in my story, he also takes into account my age. A man in his fifties would hold considerable rank.

"Well then. Who are you. . . sir?"

"Lieutenant Commander Samuel."

With a suspicious look the young man answers "I don't recognize you Lieutenant. Why weren't you here at round up this morning?"

"That's why I was talking to the Sergeant. My jeep had broken down on the way here and I missed it. I transferred over from 'Area 7' and the Sergeant was giving me a briefing on the run of things here before I got started."

The man's guard is finally down. "Well sir, didn't you hear the alarm? There's a meeting that started in hanger seven about 15 minutes ago. I came to get the Serge but you should be there too."

I follow him out the door as we leave the base and head towards an enormous plane hanger. I think of the luck that brought this boy to me instead of one of his superior officers who would have surely seen through my lie and just as quickly would have disposed of me.

"I actually started out in Area 7. I transferred over from Naval intelligence about three years ago."

"Really . . ." He wants to chit chat. Hell, I can do small talk.

". . . How do you compare it to this. I've been doing this so long I almost forget what it's like in the navy." I chuckle a bit and so does the boy.

"It's altogether strange Sir. I mean, when I was doing intelligence I read the reports and all but . . . when you see the actual alien face to face. . . I thought I was going to have a heart attack."

I'm stunned, "Alien. . ." I say silently to myself.

"Here we are. Like I said the meeting started already so we just quietly. . . why am I explaining it to you." He chuckles again. I'm still stunned. We walk into the huge warehouse. First I see the crowd composed primarily of white men. All standing at attention as they watch and listen to the head speaker who is standing at the opening of the airplane hanger. Then I see it. Then I see him. Way behind the speaker is a huge circular disk which is floating about three feet above ground. Right behind the speaker is. . . is, a little man. It's skin tone is light gray, sort of reptilian in appearance and it's eyes are enormous and wrap around it's face, each the size of my fist the size of my fist.