Outside the spaceship, two men were bent over another who was bleeding profusely. They lifted him up, each one taking half the burden of a man’s full weight as they dragged him back along the many tunnels they had come up through the mountain.
Sven was in his 50’s swarthy and strong. He cursed out loud as they bumped their comrade along the rugged path. It didn’t seem quite possible that they had been fought off by a woman and a man of no particular strength in this place. Whatever, or whosoever was in this spaceship had a lot of power. They had used some kind of fancy firearm, although they couldn’t quite see what it was. It certainly put their Kalashnikovs into the shade. In fact, they didn’t register really.
They were tired and worn out and they knew that the boss would not be happy at them losing control of this situation. Still, when he explained that spaceships were involved, he hoped to get a sympathetic hearing. But would he?
They found their car. Sven jumped in, Eugene helped his pal onto the back seat and then he got in the passenger seat. Sven slammed the car into gear and they went down the little Pyrenean back roads at a frightening speed, until they reached the link to the motorway. They reached Perpignan, found a hospital where their friend could be fixed up, from a hunting accident of course. The others found a cheap hotel to use as their base, and then they phoned the boss in Paris.
The boss was not amused. He shouted at their ineptitude. They should never have been allowed to get into the ship - idiots, maladroits. The more he thought about it the angrier he got,
“Are you expecting me to believe the story about a spaceship?
“Am I employing total idiots”? The words could be heard clearly around the room. The two guys sat dejectedly, smoking their lungs into a kippered condition with gusto. The boss slammed the phone down. Eugene shrugged, “we will await his call, and he’ll call back when he has calmed down”. “Let’s go to the bar”…..
Sebastian was pacing up and down in his office. He was surrounded by idiots, or at least that is what he thought at this precise moment in time. He didn’t think he had much chance of apprehending these individuals around the mountain. Were his guys going off their heads talking about a spaceship? He had worked with them a long time and although he firmly believed in other forces, he certainly hadn’t been exposed to any Galactic or alien intervention. Food for thought……..
He had best keep his feet on the ground and see to re-locating the two ‘do gooders’. He would send Eugene and Sven back to follow them when they came out of the mountain. Then he stopped in his tracks. He smiled, “what am I thinking”? The tracking device on the car would tell them exactly where these two were heading. They would get on to them from there. His father needed to know nothing. All was in hand, and they wouldn’t get away a second time.