“You missed the meeting, given the colonel chose to snatch you first thing this morning.” The general tapped her fingers on the table.
“I told him we should have waited and watched a while longer,” murmured the doctor.
“Too late now, and the colonel had his reasons.” The general stared in silence at Colette for a moment. “Ms. Wilson, do you love your country?”
“Of course I do.”
“So you’d be willing to help us open a line of communication with these visitors?”
The general had neatly trapped Colette. “Of course I’ll help to open a channel between you and the blue guys, but like I said, they came to me. I have no way of calling them.”
“They wanted you for a reason. I’m sure they’ll be back,” the general stated with confidence. “With that hope in mind, we will return you home, so long as you promise to let them know we’d like to start a dialogue, and if you agree to get in touch with us the moment the aliens contact you.”
“What if I never see them again?”
“Then, in that case, you never met me, never saw this base, and don’t believe in extraterrestrials. Do we understand each other?”
“Pretend none of this ever happened. Easy peasy.” Colette could have thrown a fit and told the general to shove her request, but she’d not been hurt in this exchange, just mildly inconvenienced. Besides, she wasn’t foolish enough to get on the bad side of the military.
“Please wait here while I arrange transportation.” The general left, but the doctor remained.
“If you don’t mind, can I ask you a few more questions?”
“Sure.” Why not? Colette didn’t see the harm. After all, these were Americans looking out for the well-being of everyone.
“You said you met two of the aliens. Both blue?”
Colette nodded.
“Same shade?”
“More or less. Jaspar has a slightly darker hue to his flesh. And they’re not the same size. Jaspar is slightly skinnier than Cade.”
“Those are their names?”
“The shortened version. It was longer when they introduced themselves, but don’t ask me to repeat it.”
“Hair?”
“Both dark haired, but Cade’s mane appears thicker.”
“What of their penis?”
Colette almost choked, despite not having a sip of anything. “Excuse me?”
The doctor pushed up the glasses on her nose as she glanced at Colette. “You blushed earlier.”
“And?”
“And the team that processed your condo found traces of semen and feminine lubrication on your couch.”
The hot cheeks returned, and Colette’s mouth rounded. “You invaded my home? You can’t do that.”
“When it comes to national security, we can do whatever we want,” the doctor’s blunt reply. “I assume the sex didn’t harm you, since we’re talking.”
“What makes you think the jizz came from an alien?” Colette retorted. “Or am I too old to have lovers?”
“The specimen collected had a blue hue.”
