The alien and the virus.

Changing of accommodations

Sixty days. 

Sixty days between those walls. My fingers haven't touched anything since then.

It sucks.

And you start to wonder why I should not give a few names to the CIA.

No, I'm not like him.

I hear the echo of footsteps. Strange, my meal has already been delivered.

It were three commandos, armed to the teeth.

I sat blindfolded in their van before I knew it. 

I couldn't resist my curiosity, 'You're going to execute me?'

'Only if you start to run.'

Is he serious or is he joking?  I shook my head. Military. Braindead. Every single one of them.

I tried to make a conversation, 'So, where are you taking me?'

'Tell him.' said a woman voice.

Is that a woman?

'Have you ever heard of Area 51?' asked the commander.

'Yeah...why? What's happening?'

The woman replied, 'Aliens.'

I couldn't say a word for the next minute.

'Are you okay?' asked the woman.

'I'm fine. I just didn't realize that the army used that much of drugs to optimize the strength of his soldiers.'

'It's not a joke.', the woman said, 'A lifeform has occupied the moon and jammed all our satellites with a virus.'

'You've got programmers enough.'

'But they're not as good as you.'

I grinned, finally some recognition, 'What's in it for me?'

'What about staying alive.', muttered the commander.

The woman clearly ignored him, 'No prison and a brand new ID.'

'I'm missing something.'

'Like what?' she asked.

'No taxes...like forever.'

'Deal.'