Chapter 2


At Roswell (Area 51 Testing Center S.W.O.R.E, 1), Isaac Bezzer walked into the glass research office. He adjusted his small rim glasses brushed back his black hair and shook hands with the Director of S.W.O.R.E Ben Hurthro.
“Scientists Working On Researching Extraterrestrials has added a break through to our accomplishments. Thanks to you Dr. Bezzer we have found undamaged alien cargo.”
“I,” Dr. Daren Skuttle interrupted, “congratulate you.”
The Director spoke, “In 1942 an aircraft of an unknown origin crashed here. Five years later another crashed also. Both crashes revealed little about the alien beings. Presently thanks to our Guidance Sky Systems were aware of their distress and allowed them to land safely. The beings have taken on human form to appear less frightening.
The cargo was brought as a present with the unknown substance called Replacer DNA Glue-by Dr. Bezzer.
“May I explain?” Dr. Bezzer asked.
“Yes.”
“After examining this clear goo I have found it takes and fixes mistakes. It replaces them; such as diseased cells with healthy ones. It can rid someone of cancer.”
Applause echoed the office.
“But this is just on a few lab mice and tow koalas # 128 and #158.”
“But Dr. Bezzer it is a break through.”
“Any negative effects?” Daren questioned him.
“Only mild discomfort in the injured or diseased area.”
“What do these aliens call themselves and what do they want?” Dr. Bezzer asked Hurthro.
“They call themselves Lactozincins, they want in exchange for the miracle goo or Replacer DNA Goo a peaceful abandoned building to live in. They want this to be their home.
“Sounds cute is that all?” Dr. Skuttle asked.
“Yes,” Hurthro said, “they want to appear as human under Code 5289 of U.S.A’s Alien Act.
The sounds of birds chirping loudly in my ear woke me. Where was I? I could smell leaves. Ah! I was in my front yard tree next to my open window. My fingers felt weird too.
Su looked at her hands, as under her fingernails were black round nails that stuck out an inch long.
She fell out the tree landing on her back. What the heck was I doing last night?
The orange vision of mine faded but I could squint to see fifty feet further. My nails had claws under them that could retract when I stretched my fingers apart. They came out when I made a semi- fist.
“What smell?” I said out loud but fifty feet away was dog crap.
I could never smell that far before. I stopped breathing out of my nose and then continued and the smell disappeared. What an advantage!
I was still in my pink pajamas but still climbed back up the tree into my room.
I arrived later at first period waiting of the day to start only to see our classroom TV show news about the Zoo Incident.
“Officials,” newscaster said, “say no panda’s were injured or damages made to the Zoo. The only thing is that a loose Koala has escaped. He is not contagious…this just in, the Koala is caught.”
The camera shakes and a black van pulls up with two Hazmat men who lock up the koala.
“Sir, what is a Koala from your agency doing at the zoo?” She asked.
“Who said anything about that?” said the suited man.
“An eye witness says your agency has misplaced a koala and sent it at the zoo not at a research facility down the road. Was that koala that escaped in the same koala zoo cages or a single cage?”