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an inch deep, so that he had room to lever the chip out with his blade. He warned him to be quick, or else he’d have to do it again. Draylon leaned forward and bit into his T-shirt in anticipation of the pain. Paul got himself into a comfortable position, blade ready, and he slit Draylon’s shoulder as quickly as he could. He felt the knife on a foreign object and wedged the blade underneath it. He prised it as fast as he could out of Draylon’s body.
    The cut healed in seconds, and Paul took a deep breath. He handed the tiny chip to Draylon, and using his ability to manipulate matter, Draylon destroyed the chip. Draylon suggested they leave and head back toward Vegas, although he couldn’t be tracked now, they were still in danger whilst on Route 95.
    Paul took his turn driving and floored the Mustang all the way into Vegas. They were both glad to be back in Sin City , the city of lights. They parked up at Caesars Palace and made their way to their room. Both of them were shattered and decided on an early night. Tomorrow, they planned on driving to Roswell, which was a full day’s drive, so they had to leave early to get there by nightfall.
    It was six a.m. on Tuesday 18th January, Paul’s alarm on his phone woke them both up. They got out of bed, freshened up and went to the buffet for their breakfast. Paul decided on waffles and syrup for breakfast, washed down with a mug of tea. Draylon opted for four pieces of brown toast and a few large coffees. Paul enquired about Draylon’s apparent caffeine addiction. Draylon assured him that he could give up at any time but was enjoying it.
    Paul suggested he drive the first half of the journey to Roswell and Draylon drive the second half, it was a fair distance so as soon as they arrived, they would have to check into a hotel in town. They finished their breakfast and grabbed a few of their belongings from their room for the trip. Paul was happy to see the Mustang waiting in the parking lot; he couldn’t wait to start driving. They got into the car and buckled up. Paul put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car roared and Paul sat there listening to it for a minute before setting off. They stopped at a nearby fuelling station to top up and then set out on their journey, destination Roswell.

Chapter Four – Roswell
    After several stops for fuel, lots of coffee and bagels, Draylon and Paul arrived in the City of Roswell, New Mexico. They booked into a local hotel named The Roswell Inn. They were shown to their room. It was small with two single beds and an en-suite bathroom. They put down their bags and crashed out on their beds, exhausted by the day’s driving.
    â€œWhy are we here Draylon?” asked Paul inquisitively.
    â€œI wanted to pay my respects at the crash site. As Roswell is in driving distance from Vegas, I thought it a good idea.”
    â€œSo it was a cover up, aliens did crash here?”
    â€œYes, my kin, you could say,” said Draylon.
    â€œHow is it you travel from such great distances, it must take years, surely?”
    â€œWe’re cryogenically frozen and as the craft approaches the designated destination, it activates the thawing process – regeneration if you like.”
    â€œThat’s phenomenal, so your craft have artificial intelligence?”
    â€œThat’s correct; we’ll make a scientist out of you yet my friend.” Draylon smiled at his friend, and then noticed his stomach rumbling again. “I think it’s time for some food, I’m feeling a little hungry, fancy coming out for a bite?”
    â€œAbsolutely, Just one more thing though, what do you think those coordinates will lead us to in Nazca?”
    â€œAnswers, I hope. Other than that, I have absolutely no idea.”
    They went for a walk into town looking for a place for food. They found a diner named The Cup & Saucer Café. Draylon decided to try something different, so he ordered a jacket potato