Unnamed Journal Volume 4, Issue 3 | Page 24

vision to recover. Ulysses tried to stand up, yet found that he barely had enough strength to stay sitting up. He started breathing deep, slow breaths resting the back of his head against the wall. * * * O'Flannery ran through the door after Nera. He had no hope of keeping up with her, nor was he about to try. At this point, the agent was more concerned about being the U.S. government's official witness to whatever happened next. He held up his phone and began recording video. Nera was running toward the saucer. The alien craft was raining down plasma as it went. It appeared to be winding a miles-wide circle-- or more accurately, a spiral-- that encompassed the area in which it had engaged Nera. Her straight line trajectory didn't seem to register to the occupants of the saucer and neither did O'Flannery. She stopped roughly a quarter mile from where the saucer was tracing its path. She stood motionless for a moment. Despite all appearances, the agent was sure something was happening. A few seconds later, the craft stopped and hovered in place. The plasma that had been bombarding the ground also stopped. The saucer hung in the sky. Nera gave no hint of motion where she stood. O'Flannery kept recording the encounter, though he knew he personally would never need the video to recall this moment. The saucer fell from the sky. The impact could easily be heard for miles. Somehow, the craft didn't break apart when it hit. The saucer rested in a shallow crater formed by the impact. Even as the thought was occurring to him to move closer, Nera was already running toward the downed saucer. The agent saw her vanish in a flash of light. He knew that meant she had entered the vehicle. He kept recording while he waited.