The Alien Chronicles

Continued from the book "From Roswell With Love" by Bill Rebane

Arturo Speaks...............

Arturo had no idea where the shot came from. He felt a sharp sting in his right shoulder. Those who knew him were under the impression that pain was something he could tolerate or simply did not feel. But, they were wrong. Smith felt pain the same way anyone else did. Only his degree of tolerance to pain was different.

He had come to Washington trusting that he would be safe. He had no real known enemies. Although there were more than a few people in Washington that would prefer that he was under their constant observation. Or, even incarcerated.

Watching, spying and attempting to keep track of every move he made.

Worst of all there were those huge energy conglomerates that also made continuous efforts to make contact with him. One thing was sure, they all needed him alive. Injuring or disabling him would make communications more difficult.

Arturo leaned against the red brick wall lining one side of the alley. Yes, he was in pain and he had to do something about it immediately. Luckily, no one pursued him, after the shot was fired. He mustered every bit of strength he could and walked toward a cross walk of the dimly lit alley way, where he could take cover behind two large garbage containers. Once out of sight from whoever was responsible for this near fatal disposition, he extracts a triangular, silver like gadget from his pants pocket and quickly holding it in the palm of his hand, holds it over the impact area on the upper right side of his chest, close to his shoulder, where the collar bone usually is located.

A greenish glow emanates from the silver triangle in his hand engulfs the relatively small impact are of the bullet. There is no blood, just a pinkish muddied circle on the light blue dress shirt Arthuro is wearing. The sound increases to a irritating high pitch, uncomfortable even to Arthuro's ears.

Then there is silence. Dead silence. Arturo removes the triangular gadget from the wound; the green glow subsides, leaving no trace of any kind on his light blue shirt.

Arturo takes a few steps away from the garbage containers heading straight into the middle of the alley way from whence he came. He knew that it was time to reach his safe haven. The very place the Star Light Society had arranged for him. Only there would he be safe. Only there could he help humanity, speak his mind and offer what the world now needed most.

Approaching the street, busy with early night traffic he suddenly disappears from view, he has simply vanished.

On a two story roof half a block away, two men are disarmed, handcuffed and taken away by two CIA agents and several armed uniformed police officers of Washington's finest. The assassins hired by the corporate energy conglomerate G.E.G., are no longer a threat to Arthuro or the Agency. The y will be dealt with.

To be continued.......