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breaths. “As I suspected, this place still isn’t safe to inhabit – I can sense the radiation levels. It could be many years until this stretch of land is truly safe.”
    â€œThen why are we still here? Let’s go!”
    â€œThe levels of radiation are very low, we’re safe, but long term it could be harmful to one’s health.”
    They got in the car and headed off again. Paul pointed out the radars and listening posts on the mountains. He said that they must be getting close to Area 51 now. They went past a junction for Route 160 and saw a sign for fireworks in a place called Pahrump, but decided not to stop. Draylon could feel the wind blowing off the desert. It caused the car to swerve slightly from time to time and so he kept the speed down to 60 mph. After a short while on the road, Draylon could make out another services in the distance. He decided they were going to stop – he quite fancied a coffee.
    When they arrived, Paul pointed out a sign with a picture of an alien on it saying, “Last service station before Area 51.” They parked the car up and went in the little café to get some refreshments; Draylon ordered a coffee and Paul a pot of tea.
    â€œWe can’t actually go to Area 51; we’d probably be arrested or worse, shot at,” Paul mentioned, hoping Draylon wouldn’t be disappointed.
    â€œI know. We could just park up when it gets dark though, maybe we’ll be lucky and see a UFO. At the very least, the stars will be an awesome sight out here in the desert.”
    â€œThat’s a good idea, a bit like Wayne and Garth in Wayne’s World sitting on the bonnet of their car.”
    â€œI’m not sure what that is, but yes, I suppose.”
    They relaxed for a while, chatting further and taking their time with their refreshments, and when it started to get dark, they left the café and made their way to the Mustang. They started heading down Route 95 back toward Vegas. After a few minutes, Draylon noticed some lights in his rear-view mirror. The lights were white and in the sky behind them. The electrics in the car started playing up and the lights on the dashboard flickered. Paul turned off the stereo and asked what was up. Draylon told him there were lights behind them from a craft, and the craft was interfering with the electrics in the car. The car stopped, the lights disappeared and a saucer was vaguely visible about 100 metres away.
    â€œIs it one of those crafts from Area 51?” Paul said nervously.
    â€œNo, I can hear them, be very quiet.”
    After several minutes, the craft’s lights came on. It stayed level for a few seconds whilst slowly revolving, and then it shot off into the sky at awesome speed. The car started back up again and the lights came back on. Paul looked over at Draylon nervously. Draylon looked sad.
    â€œWhat was that? What’s up?”
    â€œThat was my kind. We communicate telepathically, and I could hear them.”
    â€œWhat did they say?
    â€œMy crash was no accident Paul, my craft was tampered with, and they thought I was dead.”
    â€œI’m sorry. Where do you think they’ve gone? Are we in danger?”
    â€œThey’re probably seeking counsel. I need you to do something for me. It’s important; otherwise we are both in danger.”
    â€œWhat? Tell me, you’re making me nervous.”
    â€œI have a tracking device in my right shoulder. I need you to cut it out, and then we have to destroy it, but you’ll have to be fast because I heal very quickly.”
    â€œOh my goodness, I can’t.”
    â€œYou have to my friend. Please?”
    Paul got out his Indian blade, he wondered if this is why he was drawn to it, and then he shrugged the idea off, thinking it impossible. Draylon took off his T-shirt and pointed to a tiny scar on his right shoulder blade. He explained to Paul that he needed to make the incision about an inch wide and half