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A woman looked up from straightening the papers on her desk. Behind her, a screen read "Grenval News Network". A mid thirties aged man on her right flashed his biggest smile and pointed to his tie, which was black except for a green alien in the middle. The woman laughed lightly, then looked towards the camera, "In breaking news, four men are reported missing. Their wives reported them missing after finding their car parked by, as one wife described for us, 'a silver-blue spaceship'. Minutes after this report, GNN was on the scene."
The screen behind the woman changes to reveal the prior night, a man is speaking into a microphone on the screen. "As you can see here, there is a blue tinted iron or steel scaecraft. And over here, there is a large hole in the ground, where the wives claim another one landed. The wives also claim that the first one crashed, but the other one abducted their husbands and took back off into the sky. They have also told GNN that inside, we will find the remains of the aliens that crashed."
As the man crouches down to peer inside a window of the ship, a black van pulls up. The camera is immediately cut off.
The screen returns to the GNN logo. The man, still smiling, looks up this time. He says, "But do not worry, our camera crew has been safely returned and is out at the fair right now. The four wives are being interveiwed about what they saw as we speak. But as for the fate of the men, only time will tell." His smile fades with the last sentence as the network breaks for a commericial.

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By morning, a specialized nuclear waste cleanup squad had decontaminated and cleared the area. The entire area was greased in oil and napalm and was burned to ashes. One square mile was blackened by the scientists.
Inside an underground building in Blair, Grenval home to the shadier aspects of government, the four wives huddled inside an all white room. The lights blinded them, bringing every corner to life inside its glaring brilliance. Along one side of the room, a huge mirror was built into the wall. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and seven men in white lab coats walked into the small cell. The first to speak was a man named Aaron Rosilin. He was a pale, sickly man in his late fifties, with a comb over hair style and long, knobby legs. Standing before the woman, he began the interagation.
He started off sweetly, asking, "So, can you please tell us what happened that night." He stretched out the please and emphasised us. The woman sat there dumbfounded. He waited, perhaps twenty seconds, and then his voice changed drastically. "What happened!"
He yelled out at the women, obviously attempting and failing to constrain his voice. When he heard no reply, he pulled four needles out of the inside pocket of his lab coat. The womens' eyes focused in upon the needles, shocked and terrified. He passed the other three around to his collegues, saving one for himself. Grabbing the first lady by her chubby arm, he sunk the needle into her flesh. Almost immediately, she went limp. Around the room, the other three men did the same.

[OOC - Bump for the night. Also, if you are interested, or have any ideas, send me a telegram and I will probably say yes, just try not to clutter up the thread with too many OOC posts, like this one for example. Bumps and tags are acceptable of course.]

The men grabbed the women under the arms as they slipped off the bench. Their pupils began to dialate as the drugs took effect. Their entire bodies became liquid, fluid and runny. Their eyes watered, their noses ran, their mouths drooled, and their excretory tracts were relived. One man called in a nurse, and she cleaned the women up somewhat, but the drugs effects were not lasting, and the men hurried her away.
Rosilin crouched down, so that he was eye level with the first woman. He asked, every so sweetly, "What did you see?"
The woman began to murmur and mumble. "We s-saw two, two thingsss c-cwash fruam tha sky. And then...," the woman shuddered, "thesee alien monstersss got out, 'n they gwabbed Rrwick and the otherr m-men and l-left, left."
Suddenly, Rosilin stood up. "This is useless," he cried. "We are getting no where. What about the other ship?"
Another man spoke up, "You know what happened, a helicopter shoot it down. They are holding it in Building A-III."
Rosilin began speaking, "Yes, that is what we need, to find out what happened to the ship."
The other man looked suspicious. "But, Rosilin, you do not have that level of clearence, nor do we."
Rosilin glared back at all of them, "How many times have I told you to treat me with respect. I am Mr. Rosilin. And if we do not have clearence, then we will get it. won't we." Then he turned back to the women, "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." Rosilin then pulled out four more needles, and never again would the women awake.

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