General Weaver sat in his office, he was on call with Agent Johnson currently. There had been sighting of a new alien craft and it was very, very public.
"There are more?!", the old general growled. "This is a whole damn invasion! Isn't it!?"
"We're not sure, sir," Johnson told him.
Weaver groaned and slammed the table. "I want that ship found and destroyed, ASAP."
"We would, but there's one problem," the agent began. "The ship has extremely advanced cloaking technology and we are unable to track it, or see it."
"Damn it!", General Weaver hissed.
"We're trying our best, but our resources are spread thin at the moment," Agent Johnson started. "We can't look for both right now, we don't have enough men for the job. What should we do, sir?"
Weaver sighed and quickly decided, "go after the original target. If we get that one, then we'll be able to fight the cloaked ship and it's pilots easier. I want all men on that."
"Yes sir," Johnson agreed before he hung up.
The General slammed his fist in the desk and grumbled, "I swear, I want out of all this alien shit. If only I retired sooner, if only..."
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The Crash Landing ☑️
FanfictionOne faithful day, Gaz comes upon a alien spacecraft, after it nearly took her head off in entry. She finds the alien inside injured, so she takes him, along with his robot, back to her home. Now she has to teach him English, conceal him from everybo...
