"She's asleep. She did not drink the coffee, Sir." Chloe's chaperone reported to Agent McCoy.
"Who's standing watch outside her door?"
"Prescott."
McCoy paced back and forth in frustration.
"She's a pain in my ass." McCoy grunted. Pulling at his tie he freed it and threw it across the empty dark conference
room. Chloe's chaperone tried to hide his grin but was unsuccessful. The whole situation was humorous to him.
"She smarter than you thought?" he held in his chuckle, but there was still humor in his tone. McCoy turned sharply
his eyes burned with anger and his presence was threatening. If looks could kill . . . The room felt suddenly icy.
"Is this funny, James?" It was a question, but his voice was demanding and his glare threatening. James sobered but a
small smile pulled at his lips.
"No, Sir. I'm merely laughing at the surprise that is Chloe Costner. I know I did not expect such a . . . stubborn girl."
McCoy allowed this answer. Letting out his anger with a sigh, he began to pace again.
"What am I going to do with her? What am I going to do with all of these 'species' running about? How many more
sitings have been posted of these 'things'?" he said 'species' and 'things' in disgust. James tossed a few papers on the table.
Pictures of YouTubers, news reporters, and newspaper articles about seeing weird creatures roaming the earth covered each
page.
"Fuck Drew Costner!" McCoy grabbed at the papers crumpling them in his hands and then threw them up in the air not
caring where they landed. "We need damage control. I don't care who or how much, but I need people out there calling it a
conspiracy theory. Pay scientists, doctors, tv personalities. I want professionals saying it's not possible. Make up something and
say it over and over on all media fronts till the nations believe it to be a child's make believe story. And you tell Parker that I
want a body by the end of the week or I'm going to find someone else to hunt these beasts." McCoy ordered and then stormed
out of the conference room.
"It's been three days and her story isn't chnaging, McCoy." a tall handsome asian man said walking up to stand next
to him. Thye were both watching Chloe threw the obvious two way mirror. McCoy had James interview Chloe today partly
because he wanted to see how she'd respond to him, maybe James would have better luck, and partly because he feared he'd flip
out on her. McCoy tensed and oozed irritation but he didn't answer or look at the man next to him.
"McCoy, if you need help just say so." he was smug.
"I don't need help, Kirk. Now wipe that smug look off your face before I knock it off for you."
Kirk laughed. "So, whats your plan?"
McCoy didn't answer.
"You don't know what to do, do you?" Kirk asked again more smuggly. McCoy stared intently at Chloe analizing
everything. He stared at her like he was going to see the key to her. Like he could some how will her to do as he pleased if he
focused on her hard enough.
"James, I want to go home. I don't feel safe here." Chloe pleaded ernestly. She pushed the coffee away from her.
"I don't want to drink it." her voice cracked.
Yes! McCoy internally cheered.
"Please, I just want to go home. I don't want anything to do with this. I'm so done. Please, just give me my baby and
let me go home." she looked so vulnerable and exhausted. She looked sick.
"What home?" James asked. Realization dawned on her. She didn't have a home. She didn't have money, a job, a car.
She didn't know where she was from or how she would learn any of this. She didn't know who her parents were. Her shoulders
fell. It was lunk she sunk back into herself. The small embers that light up her eyes died out.
James even fidgeted a little bit uncomfortable at the sight of her. Her big hopeless sad puppy eyes.
"Chloe, we cannot allow you to leave. Especially with a child. You should be grateful you have a roof over your
head and food to eat." James pushed the coffee back to her. Chloe stared at the brown liquid. Her heart felt like it just fell. Slowly
she raised her hand and took the cup in her hand. McCoy, Kirk, and James all waited intently for her to drink it. They prayed she
was depressed enough to chug the drink down. She lifted the drink up to her face taking a big whiff. McCoy's breathing stopped.
Drink it! Drink it! Drink it! McCoy urged mentally.
Chloe tipped the cup and poured the coffee out all over the table. James gawked at her in surpise. Kirk smiled amused.
McCoy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. When the cup was empty she gently set it back down on the table. She looked James
at James. "Do not bring me coffee again."
She got to her feet and went to leave the room. She stopped a few steps short and turned back around to look at James.
"I don't have a home. I don't have money. What's next? You can't keep me here forever." She left.
"So what's it gonna be, McCoy? I could always brainwash her. She's clearly not going to take your little drugs." Kirk
teased. "Or you could hold her down and inject her in true Drew fashion."
"Fuck Drew."
"Should I tell him you said that?"
The hairs on the back of McCoy's neck stood up. "So he survived?"
"Of course." Kirk gave McCoy an are-you-fucking-kidding -me face. "He's Drew fucking Costner. What on Earth could
stop him?" Kirk turned on his heels and made his way to the door.
"Tell him she's alive." McCoy called after him.
"I already did." Kirk said right before the door closed behind him.
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Species II: Monster Unleashed
Mystery / ThrillerAfter being kidnapped and impregnated on a spaceship, Chloe and someof the captives along with the "monsters" have made it to Earth. Where is Drew? What will become of Patrick? Will the Species survive on Earth? Who is truly safe? The story contin...
