Retrival Mission Critical

“Is the result of your reproduction dance present in this habitat?”

Missus Pan looked at the stranger at her front door. He was in a suit, pale, and bald, with dark, dark eyes.

“Sorry?” she blinked.

“Have I given you insufficient information?”

“Erm, I think so, yes.”

“Pan person, my sources of the higher have said the manuscript we are looking for came under the acquaintance of this human,” he held out a picture of a large, glasses-wearing teenager.

“That’s my son.”

“Confirming what I said, Pan person. Now we need to talk to him.”

“Is this about his grades? Are you from his school?”

“Errrm, yes.”

“Jaack!” Missus Pan shouted. “Someone from the school is here to talk to you.”

“I’m in my room!” A voice shouted back.

“You better go up there,” Missus Pan frowned.

The stranger nodded, and went in, going up the stairs to the teenager's room.

The room was a chaotic mess, with Jack sitting on a chair by his computer. The stranger could see the manuscript stuck on a wall with blue tack.

“You have something that belongs to me, human. The secret to UFO travel.”

“That posters mine. I got it from the gift shop when my family went to Roswell. Who are you?”

“A higher life form.”

“Some kind of secret agent?”

“You could say that, human.”

“My names Jack, not human. What are you some sort of alien?”

The stranger put his hand to his mouth and said, “Warning, we have been detected, we have been detected!”

“You’re really weird.”

The stranger took from his pocket a silver weapon and shot a beam of blue light out at Jack, causing him to be frozen in place.

The stranger took the manuscript from the wall, eating the blue tack with a smile.

“Leaving so soon?” Said Missus Pan as he passed her in the corridor.

“Yes, Pan person.” He stopped, looked at her, and said, “Your offspring will do good on his grades.” He then patted her on her shoulder as she frowned. “He is just sleeping at the moment.”

She nodded.

Before he got away, a cat brushed against his ankle and purred.

“The mission was mostly completely successful,” said the grey alien in their language as the UFO took off into space.

“Good work.” said the pilot next to them, “Did you manage to see any of the sights as you went? I heard hills are nice this turn of sun rotation.”

“No… Although, ” they then looked wistfully out of the viewscreen, “Cats. Cats are nice.”