"Glue won't work for long, get something that will."
---UnikokoGo(Hopefully)
Mu Percy paces for what feels like forever. She just can't stop thinking about what could happen to Charlie. Charlie is as prone to trouble as a moth is to a flame. Charlie wouldn't casually just stay away from base for a day, would she? So, what happened to her? She sounded pretty convincing on the walkie-talkie earlier, maybe she is ok? Percy is just an anxious wreck without Charlie to stabilize her.
Minutes later, Yates is welcomed back into the base. The nurses of the base make sure Yates is physically fine before they shoo her into Percy's arms. Percy's fidgeting and pacing immediately stop as she envelops Charlie with both of her muscled-up arms.
"You're back, Char, I really missed you," Percy comments, sighing in relief.
"Yes, I am, Mu. My brain was fucked without you," Yates replies.
“Mine was too, Char. Can we, maybe, stay like this for a bit?”
“Sure, Mu, sure. Anything for you.”
“Thanks,” Mu mumbles into Charlie’s collarbone. They stay in their warm embrace for multiple minutes until they’ve both calmed down. Then, the two pull away from one another with a chaste kiss.
“Are you ready to talk?” Mu says hesitantly, almost worried.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Charlie replies, headstrong and stubborn as ever. That’s what Mu loves about Charlie, her stubbornness. The two then walk to the conference room, fingers intertwined. The conference room is big, long, and dull. The walls are all painted with a drab beige color that flows into the gray carpeting of the floor. The space at the front of the room is taken up by the US flag and an electronic screen that is used for broadcasting, planning, presenting, and movies. The desks and designated chairs, that are currently almost fully occupied, make a U shape in front of the TV. The bright neon lighting of the EXIT sign shines atop their heads.
When Mu and Charlie enter, all attention turns to them. The weight of their gazes makes the two nauseous. They walk to their designated seats, and the conference begins. One burly middle-aged man takes the stand at the front of the room.
“I would like to thank you all for coming on such short notice. This conference was issued due to sightings of unidentified flying objects in close proximity to our base. This sighting threatens possible danger to the citizens of our nation and needs to be dealt with civilly and efficiently. We have come together here to discuss and elaborate on what exactly has happened, and what should be done about it. With this, I call Officer Yates to stand before us and share with us her experience with the unidentified flying objects. Thank you,” the man concludes and sits back in his chair.
Charlie walks up with her fists clenched. “Hello. Yesterday, as many of you know, 107 unidentified flying objects were detected within our range. When I learned this I immediately took to my jet in search of the mysterious objects. After relying on pure instinct, I narrowly dodged one of the unidentified flying objects, UFOs as one might say. Dodging, I noticed some ancient-looking writing on the object. One blink and the UFO was gone, tumbling into the ocean down below. Then, I tuned into the radio. Now, after this I experienced something very… absurd. I suddenly became very, uh, lightheaded and there was a woman calling- no I’m not delusional- and telling me to ‘sleep tight’. I then had a, uh, weirdly vivid dream that felt almost real. It was scary y’know?” After telling her story, many of the people in the room seem a bit… antsy.
“So what you’re saying,” someone says, “is that the UFO caused this voice, dream, thing?”
“Possibly. Maybe the markings had something to do with it?” Charlie considers, walking back to her chair.
“Ah yes, Officer Yates, you’re always so helpful,” the burly man says. “So now we’ve got more information on what these UFOs could be doing. But, as always the real question is, what do we do about it?”
"What do we do about it? Can we do anything about it? What’s the true motivation for these UFOs? Could they possibly, actually be helpful?"
