The Truth is Out There
Duncan Moran had spent WAY too much time in the game section of the convention. The carnies had set up shop and as usual they had shooting games. His favorite wa the air rifle with cork used to shoot cups off a shelf. He had picked up two travelling companions, both Japanese women. One was a rather hot looking woman, perhaps in her 30’s but carrying her age well. The other might very well have been her daughter and was in her late teens. The teenager had taken Duncan’s shooting as a competition and was angrily doing her best to win. Thus far neither had missed since the competition started and it was starting to annoy the vendor. Both had started doing trick shots to bounce cups into other cups.
Duncan had already amassed a ‘family’ of 2 foot tall Greys (Asgardians from SG-1 if you don’t know what a Grey is). To be honest he was starting to feel a little guilty. He was supposed to be talking to people about UFO sighting and especially any Third Kind encounters. And had done some of that.
He had met up with some people while at the convention and made friends in spite of himself. He had mentioned rumors of aliens spotted up in the Kalispel, MT area and suggested a convoy up north to look into the sighting.
“What am I going to do with all these?” He looked down at the girl. Then he looked at the woman who just smiled. “Ulana?”
Ulana shook her head. “I do not know. But that is not your question. What you want to know is how to end the contest. A draw to be continued at another time. She is very stubborn.”
Duncan nodded. “Tell me about it. Tell her I need something to drink. Maybe another of those over flavored, lemonades so rich in sugar you go into diabetic shock with one sip.” His eyes twinkled as the teenager put the air rifle down instantly, her attention focused on Duncan.
Ulana smiled. “She understood that.”
“Yeeaaahh … and SOMEone ate all my butterscotch candies. Can’t imagine who.” He looked at the teenager who looked back blankly. “Anyways, this is the last day of the convention. I was hoping we’d find more people interested in making the trip. But I guess not. We really should find the others and begin finalizing travel plans.”
Duncan Moran had spent WAY too much time in the game section of the convention. The carnies had set up shop and as usual they had shooting games. His favorite wa the air rifle with cork used to shoot cups off a shelf. He had picked up two travelling companions, both Japanese women. One was a rather hot looking woman, perhaps in her 30’s but carrying her age well. The other might very well have been her daughter and was in her late teens. The teenager had taken Duncan’s shooting as a competition and was angrily doing her best to win. Thus far neither had missed since the competition started and it was starting to annoy the vendor. Both had started doing trick shots to bounce cups into other cups.
Duncan had already amassed a ‘family’ of 2 foot tall Greys (Asgardians from SG-1 if you don’t know what a Grey is). To be honest he was starting to feel a little guilty. He was supposed to be talking to people about UFO sighting and especially any Third Kind encounters. And had done some of that.
He had met up with some people while at the convention and made friends in spite of himself. He had mentioned rumors of aliens spotted up in the Kalispel, MT area and suggested a convoy up north to look into the sighting.
“What am I going to do with all these?” He looked down at the girl. Then he looked at the woman who just smiled. “Ulana?”
Ulana shook her head. “I do not know. But that is not your question. What you want to know is how to end the contest. A draw to be continued at another time. She is very stubborn.”
Duncan nodded. “Tell me about it. Tell her I need something to drink. Maybe another of those over flavored, lemonades so rich in sugar you go into diabetic shock with one sip.” His eyes twinkled as the teenager put the air rifle down instantly, her attention focused on Duncan.
Ulana smiled. “She understood that.”
“Yeeaaahh … and SOMEone ate all my butterscotch candies. Can’t imagine who.” He looked at the teenager who looked back blankly. “Anyways, this is the last day of the convention. I was hoping we’d find more people interested in making the trip. But I guess not. We really should find the others and begin finalizing travel plans.”