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The Fighting Irish: To Hell and Back, With Love	By : girlyhero Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was five in the morning, and a strip of Highway 60, Atlantic Avenue, was blocked off to through traffic. This would give the residents 69th Street's eastern side some complications on heading to work and school. Police and government vehicles clogged the streets. Rather than waking up to the sound of morning's ocean waves, helicopter engines and police sirens drowned out nature's music. The police weren't sure why they were there; no one would tell them anything. Their job was to keep civilian activity to a bare minimum. The beach was utterly closed off. Men in hazmat suits circled a meter-diameter crater in the sand, shifted but solidified with the tidal waters of that night. Once deeming it safe, masks were removed.

Two men from the gaggle agents near government sedans approached when they saw this. One of the hazmat personnel met them part way. "Well? What is the verdict," one of the agents asked. He had a pink complexion from the exposure to the sea winds and light over the horizon. His hair was light brown and cut close, military-officer style.

'It's not a dangerous radiation, but it is atmospheric," the hazmat officer replied.

"So it was some kind of missile," the other agent said. He was tan, but his hair was the same light brown and cut as the other. The two could have been twin brothers if not for the dimpled chin of the other.

"No, sir," the hazmat officer continued. "A missile of any kind only goes so high as the stratosphere. This radiation comes from the mesosphere... sir, whatever landed here came from space..."

The two agents looked at one another. As the tan one looked at his partner, he saw past him something out of the ordinary. Though, he never had been to this part of Virginia Beach, he thought it was odd for a young woman to be sitting at the top of a dune staring at the horizon at five a.m.

"And it wasn't a meteor," the officer continued. "There are no solidified masses, no glass. If it were a meteor, even pulverized or carried off by the tide, the sand would have melted to glass on impact from the heat generated during entry. Whatever landed here not only left but had the ability to slow down and cool off before landing. Sir, our space shuttles can't do that..."

The tan officer tapped his partner on the shoulder and indicated towards the woman. The pink man nodded and thanked the officer for his report. They started walking to the sand dune the woman was sitting on. She was a red head with bright, tan freckles over her forearms and cheeks. Dressed in jeans and a flannel button-up, sleeves rolled to her elbows, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a local gazette in her hand, she squinted at the ocean taking no interest in the agents until they were making a shadow over her, blocking her view nearly.

"Excuse us, ma'am," the tan agent said. "I am Mister White, and this is my partner Mister Green. We would like to ask you some questions if you don't mind."

The woman stared at them blankly without a word.

Mr. White looked at Mr. Green puzzled. It was Mr. White's turn. He pulled out a small notepad and pen. "Ma'am, for the record, what is your name?"

"Jesse Danes," she said dryly.

"Jessica--"

"Birth name is 'Jesse,'" she corrected with the same dryness of tone.

"Sorry Miss Jesse Danes," he blushed from his mistake. It had seemed odd for a girl to be given the name Jesse, but then again, he was not from around the area. "And what is your address and phone number?"

"I can't find my phone, so there is no use giving it to you. My address is one-thousand East University Avenue. Apartment B-56. Laramie. L-A-R-A-M-I-E. Wyoming. You need to zipcode?"

White stopped writing and looked up. Green made a conscious effort to keep his jaw from slacking in disbelief.

"Miss Danes..." Green was about to question her address and if there was another one she could give them, but White stopped him.

"From the looks of her," White whispered. "She could have very well hitched the whole way here. She might just be one of the survivors. They haven't tracked down everyone, yet."

Green nodded. "Miss Danes, we would like to inquire if you noticed anything this morning?"

"Well," Jesse sneered, "Then inquire."

The corner of his mouth shifted in annoyance. "Miss Danes, did you notice anything unusual this morning?"

"Yes. I noticed something very weird this morning."

White readied his pen. "And what was that?"

"That I don't know how I got here."

The two agents seemed to physically move away from her, their necks craning slightly back in recoil of her. Their day hadn't even started...

"Is that 'unusual' enough for ya?!"
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THANKS FOR READING! PART TWO COMING SOON!
... soon-ish.... Editing part two has become more difficult than I had imagined. Basically, Ulij was supposed to be in that story but I put him in this one because it worked better and was more exciting, though he'll continue to make cameos. Sooooo.... I've lost a key plot device and I'm having to make a new one for part two. BUT this means I bring in a different set of characters from my stock, and I'm very excited about that.
Once I get the skeleton of the story stabilized I'm going to post by the chapter or at least groups of chapters. I'm setting my deadline to December. Let's hope I don't flake-out :/
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