The Thousandth One

Intelligent

I looked back outside to see that the Stingray was crashing. It was actually falling, not descending, out of the sky.

The people on the bus became chaotic. Everyone was trying to get as far away as they could despite the fact that they were on a moving bus. The bus driver paid no attention to what was going on outside or inside his own bus.

The impact of the ship hitting the ground shattered the windows and the bus finally came to a halt. Outside, the Stingray was on fire and on the ground. No one was seen running from it because they most likely died. Other cars on the road stopped and took videos and pictures of the wreckage. What idiots. I thought.

"Are you guys okay?" A medic asked. I didn't even hear the ambulance arrive.

"I'm fine," I said to the medic and he gave me a nod and went to go check on the other passengers.

How could our ship be blown out of the sky like that? No one should have expected it to be us, there had only been One Death. This had to be a part of something else.

I was asked a lot of questions by police and investigators, mostly they just asked for me to relive what happened. But I was just as clueless as the rest of the people here. I had no idea what happened.

After everything was done, another bus came and took us to Nevada. When we arrived, I quickly took a cab to the hotel Truine and I were supposed to meet up at.

I was waiting inside my room on the third floor for about an hour before Truine came. He came in the room and looked at me with his bright blue eyes. I looked up at his face which was about 5 inches higher than my head and said, "Way to be on time."

"Excuse me?" he asked as if he had done nothing wrong.

"I said, Way. To. Be. On. Time."

"Well then, if you are going to overreact about a little extra waiting time, then I'll just be on my way." He said as he started heading towards the door.

"Why would you leave? I haven't given you what you need to know yet." I gave him an evil smirk.

He slammed the door and I cringed. He walked up into my face and shouted, "You know damn well that I could've left and let my men come in here so THEY could interrogate you, but I happen to need you, so you better be mindful of what you decide to say to me or I promise that you will not see tomorrow! You know that I am short-tempered. But I need you for further, bigger, and better plans. And if you try to talk to me like that again, I promise that I will torture you up until you are barely living, because as I said you are important for other things that I need to have done."

"Okay okay," I said, putting my hands up. As much as I hated this man, he was always true to his word, no matter how silly or violent it was.

"Good,"he said, backing up and fixing his suit, "So how did the First go?"

"It went fine. He's dead, alot of people saw, alot of people freaked out, no one suspected a thing," I didn't tell him about Bryan.

"Perfect."

"What happened to the Stingray?" I asked.

"What Stingray?"

"The one that crashed about three hours ago."

"I was not notified about this incident. Where?"

"Out in the middle of the desert. I saw it as I was on the busride here."

"There was no Stingray sent out to fly today, they're all still at our planet."

"Then what crashed out there?!"

"Probably a military plane."

"Well, if that was a military plane, then we're screwed"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because that plane looked a hell of a lot like our ships, and that means that they either found us out, or they are becoming smart enough to start building advanced ships of their own."

"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and find out then." He smiled and left me alone in the room.

"What to do what to do." I said to myself. I wandered around the room and turned on the TV. I flipped to the news channel to see if they were saying anything about the First. They were.

On the TV a news reporter was talking about a "strange disappearance" at the Arizona marathon today. They kept replaying the clip of the man disappearing but they weren't going to get the answer soon. Scratch that, they were going to start to be able to piece together the answer in a couple weeks. There were still more Deaths to come.