co-worker in the outer office was coming in as the power kicked in," the medical examiner said as he reviewed his notes.
"Open-and-shut case then?"
"Well, that's the strange part. I can't find any sign that the device malfunctioned. Everything checks out. It's as if the electricity just leaped into her through the device."
"A fluke?"
"I guess that's what I'm calling it. The other thing was that the co-worker said she saw the woman's face just as it happened and that she had the strangest look of calm on her face when she was dancing with the juice."
"Wow, this is a strange one. And such a shame," the officer said. "How old was she?"
"Mid-twenties."
"What was her name?"
"Sarah. Sarah McClendon."
Chapter Five
THE PICKUP
Leumas was orbiting the planet Earth as he casually observed the visual displays aboard his personal Council ship, the Blessed. This small, but powerful ship was easily hidden from any radar system that the planet could muster so he was free to navigate at his leisure without fear of being detected.
He spoke into the ship's recorder, "Our mission is to pick up the bodies of a…" Leumas fumbled for his report printout. "Uh…a Greg Carlson and Sarah McClendon."
There's a mouthful, he thought. He preferred the galactic method of one single name for most transactions, with full names and titles for official documentation purposes only.
He continued his report. "Indoctrination process phase one completed as per information provided to me by the Council, even though the report was very sketchy in details," he said in an overly sarcastic tone. "Both humans have become acquainted with one another. I am proceeding with pickup for return to indoctrination lab. Prognosis for success is…" He stopped in mid-sentence as he realized he could not comment about what he did not know because of the lack of information about this species. "Never mind! The heck with it—recorder off!" He shouted as he threw the report over his shoulder.
"There is something to all of this, I know it. What is it that Copolla is trying to do?" he asked, as if reasoning it aloud would bring him the answer while he sat and stewed. Minutes passed. Still nothing came, and he knew that now he would have to forget Copolla and the subversive tactics he was using. Whatever was going on, these two humans were innocent of any wrongdoing. It was his job to complete the initial contact and help with their transition to whatever may await them. He sat back in his seat and thought of tranquil things until he felt relaxed enough to continue.
The first step of the indoctrination process had been completed. The deaths of both subjects had been duly noted and recorded within the Earth system. Now he would retrieve them from their holding facilities and begin the re-growth and rejuvenation process that would restore their bodies and minds to the time before their deaths.
Okay. First stop, New York. After all, ladies first, Leumas thought with dry humor, glad that he could find something amusing amidst his gloom. His ship, tied to his thoughts by a mental link, registered his request to begin their descent to the New York City Hospital where Sarah McClendon's body had been taken. The agents who had orchestrated the dreams and accidents that Greg and Sarah had experienced had forwarded all the pertinent information regarding the location of their bodies, along with a very basic description of Earth society.
During the transit from Zire to Earth, Leumas confirmed the data via Earth technology called the media. It was easy to tap into their system and find out anything anyone wanted to know. Shaking his head, he thought this planet would be a cinch for any other alien race to take over, but as long as it was under the watchful eye of the Council, its inhabitants were safe. Or were they…
The Blessed notified him that the desired destination had been reached at the appropriate time. It was early morning, Earth