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“I’m not,” she finally said on an exhale. She hated to admit that, but she would rather be definitive in her answer than to make another mistake. “My targets might be illegal aliens trying to navigate middle America. I’ll continue to monitor the situation.”
“Very well, then. Keep me updated.”
Before he could hang up, she said, “Have any of the other agents made confirmation?”
She wasn’t the only agent on the ground scouring surveillance footage and chatter for alien presence.
“No.”
Her heart thrummed knowing that information. These three might be the aliens and if they were, they were hers to bring in.Get the information. Secure the targets.“Understood.”
Her Team Leader disconnected the line.
* * *
TASHA LAY SPRAWLEDon her couch. Phate draped comfortably between her legs with head resting on her chest. He was heavy, almost crushing her, but she wouldn’t move him for the world. After his admission the night before, they’d spent the night in her bed, not making love, but just holding each other. He told her about space travel, his planet, Thelli, and about the different species he’d encountered throughout the galaxy.
By the time the sun had come up, her mind was blown. There were honest to goodness aliens out there and she was running her fingers through his hair as they watched television together. It was odd to think with the things he’d seen in the universe, that reality tv was a new experience for him.
“I don’t understand why she’s famous,” Phate said.
“She’s famous because her famous ex-boyfriend released a sex tape. Then, for some strange reason, that catapulted her into a fashion icon.” Tasha lifted her shoulder. “Honestly, none of us really knows why she’s famous.”
“And like a trillionaire,” Nisha said from her spot curled on the lounge chair. Nisha pointed a spoon topped off with chocolate chip mint ice cream at the screen. “I think she must’ve sold her soul to the devil or something.”
Tasha tilted her head to the side in thought. “Wait. Since aliens exist—”
“A lot of them according to this guy,” Nisha interrupted with a head tip toward Phate.
“Then, is there such a thing as heaven and hell or an afterlife?” Tasha continued.
Phate stretched and held Tasha’s waist tighter. “A lot of species believes in an afterlife where their soul goes to either repent for wrongs they’ve done in this life or rest in paradise for the good they’ve done.”
“And yours?” Tasha asked.
“We don’t believe in an afterlife. We’re a species of scientists and thinkers. We believe that when we die, that’s it. There’s no other place.”
“Lights out,” Nisha added.
Phate pulled his eyebrows together. “What do lights have to do with anything?”
Nisha shook her head. “I mean, done. Like, dead, no afterlife, no nothing.”
“Ah, correct,” Phate confirmed.
The front door opened so hard it slammed against the opposite wall and sent one of the pictures of her family crashing to the floor. Tasha, Phate and Nisha startled as they turned toward the noise.
Solgre crossed over the threshold with the same device Phate had shown her last night clutched in his hand. His gaze instantly found Phate. “We’ve got an issue.”
Kien sauntered in behind Solgre. His gaze searched the small area until he spotted Nisha. Tasha noticed while they both had eyes only for the other, neither exchanged a greeting. Nisha then narrowed her gaze on Kien before making a show of rolling them, then turning away from him. For Kien’s part, he smirked.
Phate sat up, repositioning himself and Tasha. Her legs were now draped across his lap. “What’s the issue? Is the rescue team going to take longer to reach us?”
“Although I think you would like that, no,” Solgre said. He dropped the device on the coffee table. It clanged and bounced before finally settling.
“The thing from yesterday. What exactly does it do besides show text messages and planet alignments?” Tasha asked Phate.
Phate rubbed her shins and knees absentmindedly. “It’s our hand-held communication device. If we were closer to home, we would be able to communicate with our world.”
