Artwork and visual design elements by Alucard’s Spirit
Agent Katie avoided the guards on duty and slipped quietly into the high-value-target room. She tried to be quiet while approaching the containment cell holding the alien creature, but high heels on a tile floor don’t lend themselves to stealth very well.
It wouldn’t have mattered much; the alien had ultra-sensitive hearing and the ability to pick up on vibrations. But more importantly, he’d already been probing the mind of the pretty blonde since the first group interrogation. He knew she was coming before she opened the door.
Glob the Space toad sat up on his bed and studied her with the appraising eye of a hunter. He noticed, of course, the way she held her shoulders back, her back straight, and kept her jaw set with no trace of a smile on her lips. He also noted, however, that her pulse was elevated and that her chest rose and fell in rapid short breaths. And thanks to his intense scrutiny of her rising bosom, he noted a faint sheen of perspiration in her cleavage.
“Yesss…to what do I owe this pleasure?” he said in a low vibrato voice. The timber and tone of his voice, as alien as it was, seemed to curl and echo around her. She might have noticed the hairs on the back of her neck standing up if she wasn’t trying to bravely focus on her plan.
“Mr. Space Toad,” she began, staring down at the sheet on her clipboard as if she hadn’t rehearsed her words a dozen times. “I’m here to talk about the missing women who…”
“Call me Glob, my dear agent,” he interrupted.
“Mr. Glob…I’m here…”
“No, just Glob.”
“F-fine,” she stammered, already getting flustered. “Glob.”
“I see you changed your outfit, agent…” he paused, letting the title hang out there until she gave her name. As if he didn’t already know it.
“Katie. I’m Agent Katie, and I’m here to…”
“I see you changed your outfit, Agent Katie. It’s much more…revealing…than the one you wore in the group sessions this week.” He grinned a knowing grin.
It was true. She had put on an exceptionally low-cut and fitted sleeveless top that showed just a peek of midriff, and left her jacket behind. Her skirt was relatively short for government agency standards, and her heels were above-regulation tall.
It seemed like a good idea at the time–he obviously had a fondness for human women, and she’d caught him leering at her during the previous interrogations. Perhaps if she presented herself as prey, she’d get him to give up some information on the prey he’d already taken.
Her intention had been to get the space toad off guard and keep him distracted. Unfortunately, he seemed to be having that effect upon her. The alien creature grinned a proud and devious grin. After all, he was the one who had planted the thought in her head to dress up as prey.
Agent Katie took a deep breath. “Mr…Glob. I’m not fooled like my simple-minded male counterparts. I know you are involved in the disappearances of those women. I can even envision exactly how you did it!”
“And who–or what–put those ideas in your pretty little head?” he asked patronizingly. Those subliminal images were also his work. Some of his better ones, actually.
Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind pt. 2 is HERE