Louis slipped quietly into the small pub as the afternoon sun drew long shadows across the beaten-dirt road. Even by the dim light of the smudged oil lamps, he could see the place was mostly empty. Set back in the shadows, at a table in the far corner, he spied the person he came to meet. He crossed the vacant hardwood floor, trying not to draw attention to himself.
Yet another boring hour of stats lecture was about to test Gina’s will to stay awake. The auditorium itself made her drowsy as she entered it and followed the stairs down to the front of the class. She was late again and no seats were open passed the first rows. She sat near a couple of nerdy guys who eyed her body up with little thought to if they would be caught in the act. She bent down to arrange her backpack and purse at the floor. She let her ass sway slowly in their direction, her very tight jeans revealing her shapely hips to the nerd’s overly eager eyes.
“But why?” the Air Force general seated at the large conference table asked loudly.
The number of incidents occurring worldwide was increasing daily. It started over isolated beaches. Flying saucers dropped down out of the sky, followed by arcs of golden lightning emanating from strange apparatuses mounted on the spaceships’ undersides.
