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“Whoever he is he’s not our missing magnate. Also; that style of clothing
was also popular during the early 2000’s. It’s was called a “Hoodie” I think.
This could well be one of the “Abductees”” he announced “Besides he’s
not the right ethnic grouping. He’s Western European” he added. They
went back to the other room just as Harriman returned in clean clothing
and “hosed down”.
“Ah; He’s not what I expected to see? I was expecting an alien. He must be
one of your Abductees. I’ll get some bio scans done. It looks like that Gel
Tube was storing information about the occupant; sorry about the mishap”
Harriman said and started to do some scans. Lance wondered why the
abductors had “booby trapped” the Gel Tube; but went back to collating the documentary evidence.
Sandra and he had just re-entered the room when Vig’nar L’eeskor, a junior researcher from Unthar
snorted excitedly
“This is going to blow your minds” she said and handed Lance a two sheet document. As the two of
them read it became apparent that the Government Agency that had been responsible for all the
finds they were documenting; had discovered a great deal about the mysterious Aliens that had
been doing the Abductions. They had even recovered a small craft that had crashed in an area
known then as Siberia. They had charred remains of its occupants. These had not survived the
journey in an intact state. It was assumed that the fire had been extremely intense; hence the state
of the bodies. They had also noted that the remains seemed to have large amounts of Nickel and
Cyanide in them.
“Then they couldn’t have breathed our atmosphere; but it does narrow down the number of races
they could have been” Vig’nar said looking at another document. “This says that the craft seemed to
be constructed of mostly composites, ceramics and Titanium alloys?” she continued puzzled.
“That must have confused the heck out of the investigators” Sandra added. Lance was deep in
thought. He’d started all this out of curiosity to begin with; now he was getting obsessed. The details
of this unknown race were beginning to fit together with details about the Curators; and more and
more so.
“I think it’s time we contact the Archivist in charge of the Pan expedition. She’s called Myra Halaran”
he suddenly announced…

Chapter 4
Abducted (again)

Arthur had been looking forward to getting back home. He’d never slept well in hospital. He
was looking forward to being discharged. The warmed wine he’d had with his supper started to take
effect. He was getting very drowsy; but began to
recount the last few days. He’d even signed for a trial of
a new kind of Medical Camera pill device. It was much
more compact than previous models and received its
power by broadcast radio waves. Sending a reflected
modulated signal back to the Transmitter/receiver
module; attached to a waist belt externally along with a
digital recorder. It was this arrangement that had
caused his sleeping discomfort. He was to wear it for a
month or two as the pill slowly worked its way through
his digestive tract. The tiny capsule had the means to
slow its traverse; but Arthur had not been listening as to
how it achieved this. He’d been fascinated by how small it was. It was about 20 millimetres in length
and around 6 to 7 millimetres in diameter. One end had a clear dome where the microscopic camera
was located. Overall it looked like a slightly oversized capsule. Arthur had to admit he was an
unmitigated Gadget Freak. His study/office was a testament to that; shelves and cupboards filled