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Notes from my journal
Updated! Contact High (work-in-progress) Open Scene: Dreadlock Guy #1: Hey Paul do you believe there's other life in the Universe or we are alone? Dreadlock Guy #2: Well Sam... I don't know about you but as far as I can tell the scientists we have on this planet have come up with Zero. It seems Hollywood has had more contacts with aliens than them. Did you saw new sci-fi movies today? Too much Star Trek and Star Wars for you other wise you need to lay off the weed mon. Suddenly!! A bright light lit up the night sky with a splash into the water not more than one-hundred and fifty yard away from Paul and Sam. As the area of impact started to bubble and steam, a figure emerged from the water. Paul and Sam seemed to be caught in a time freeze with their joint in their hands and mouths wide open in amaze as they saw the shimmering figure of a woman with dreadlocks walking on the water towards them. As the alien walked passed Paul and Sam, She took a hit of their joint and said "good stuff mon". Paul and Sam: Did you see that? They both asked each other as if they were asleep. Paul: Jesus Christ...!! The Alien: "Tell No One you have seen I." As the alien disappeared into the night, She tossed a sack and it landed in the palm of Sam. Sequence
The Commander at the base, his nickname was "design intelligent" or "DI" for short. Jake Richards, because of his quick nature to learn and absorb data with photographic details he was given this command of the NSA. Since taking the command he has changed the location of the base from an office building of individuals in suites and uniforms to yellow jump suites and the base is now located in the center of a over size greenhouse with solar units. The nerve center is a 360 degrees rotating Observatory with vertical and horizontal movements. Jake: (In a firm and impatient tone) Ok people give it to me, what's the status. Somebody help me now!! Please!! What information do we have, what do we need to sustain contact? Kind people we need this information last week. Agent Johnson Speak to me. A smart, and intelligent junior member of the NSA, he had a natural gift for given. Glen Johnson gave the right answer at a given situation. (to be continued)
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