Page 3 of Axon’s Lust

I stood up from my desk and calmly walked over to the massive wall of windows overlooking the city. The skyscraper next to us was close enough that we could see into each other’s floors.

Huh. Judging by all the people standing up and walking around in a panic, it seemed we weren’t the only ones experiencing this.

“Look! I think it’s the entire block. The building next to us is in disarray, as well,” I shouted to David. He ran over next to me, and a few of my coworkers did the same. We all stood and watched people in the other building moving around frantically.

“This is insane,” David said. “It’s as if all communication has been cut off.” I shook my head.

“That’s not possible. I mean, if it was, then the satellites are out, too,” I told him.

He looked at me as though I had just solved the problem before turning towards his assistant, barking orders to contact the satellite company.

A large shadow suddenly crept over me, and I turned back around to the window. My eyes widened.

“Sir, I don’t think that’s going to be necessary,” I said softly, my eyes glued to the scene before me.

“Oh my God,” Larry said next to me. I looked at him; his mouth wide open as he stared out the window.

“No way,” I whispered.

There was complete silence in the room, as the view outside caught all of our attention.

Coming out of the sky was a very large aircraft, definitely not anything from Earth.

“Is that…?” I heard someone trail off.

“No, it-it can’t be. It’s impossible,” another said.

“If it’s impossible, then what the hell have we been searching for here this whole time?” I countered without taking my eyes off the descending aircraft. It was a grey ship in the shape of a teardrop, and it was descending at a very slow pace.

An alien spaceship.

“Well, I guess we’ve solved the satellite interruption,” David said jokingly, even though his eyes were devoid of humor, and mostly filled with terror and disbelief.

The ship stopped directly over the city, and we all stared at it, waiting for something to happen.

“What do you think they want?” a colleague asked.

“If they’ve come to annihilate us, then they’ve certainly caught us by surprise. I mean where can we go at this point? If they want to hurt us, we’re all screwed,” David answered.

“How did we not pick up on this sooner?” I asked him, and he shook his head.

“They must have some sort of blocker,” he replied.

As soon as he said this, our screens came back up, and the data was going crazy. Another commotion erupted in the room.

“Turn the TV on!” David ordered.

Someone ran over to the remote and turned on the projection screen to the news. Everyone quieted down as they watched the newsfeed jump up and down before becoming clearer. The news anchor was frantically speaking, his forehead glinting with sweat.

“The government has just confirmed this is not an experimental aircraft, but an alien spaceship,” the news anchor said. “The government is advising everyone to stay indoors wherever you are. If you’re at work, please stay at work. Everyone must clear the streets. If you are currently outside, go home. I repeat: the government is stating a mysterious aircraft has just entered our atmosphere, and it is currently hovering over the city, it is not an experimental military craft….”

I moved away from the television as the anchorman repeated his instructions over and over. Our agency was in charge of getting more data in situations like this, and neither the media nor government had much info about what was happening. I turned around and walked back to the window, looking at the grey teardrop-shaped ship.

“What do you want?” I whispered to myself.

How long was that thing going to keep hovering over the city doing nothing? Was it waiting for us to do something hostile, like attack it so it could attack us back?

So many questions were running through my mind.