Boston beckons

SA-2 Jim Reaper awoke, still in the chair which had contained his unhappy drinking form the night before. The VCR, long since rewound, was showing his early morning television - an intellectual delight! After switching off the equipment, he went for a cold shower.

He felt rather ashamed of himself. He did not normally drink, but sometimes he could hit the sauce a bit. Still, he was beginning to think that it was a bad idea. Perhaps he should consider giving up the demon drink.

The cold shower revived him. Jim's reaction to drinking the night before would have surprised most people. He always had a huge breakfast the next morning. He cooked steak and scrambled eggs. After wolfing the meal down, he drank a cup of coffee and sat back to relax. After all, it was still only 0500hrs!!

At 0700hrs, he decided to start his morning work out. With both the gym, Tai Chi and an amalgamation of other martial arts he had picked up, he put himself through a moderate workout, finishing off with some yoga. He did not want the day to drag past slowly. It was now 0830hrs and he decided to head in to the office. It would take a long time in the morning rush, even on his Ducati, but he did not want to sit around any longer.

With an uneventful journey on the roads and freeways around Washington behind him, Jim arrived at ZULU's office. Jenny was behind the desk, as usual, looking quietly attractive, as all the best PA's did.

"Good morning Agent Reaper."

"Hi Jenny. Is the Chief around?"

"He is in with the new member of the group, Agent Reed."

"I'll keep a low profile until he's done."

So he went to check his messages on his laptop in reception. No point disturbing everyone. He was just reading the last of the new messages in 'alt.ufo.reports', when Jordan came out of the office, not even seeing he was there. Afterwards, a rather bewildered looking man came out too.

"Agent Reed I presume? Hi, I'm Jim Reaper."

"Martin," he said as they shook hands.

"Where's the Chief off too in such a hurry?"

"I don't know. He just got a 'phone call and then ran off."

"Well Martin, why don't you come back inside and if there's anything you want to ask, I can try to answer it for you."

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The others arrived, looking about as happy as Jim had felt this morning. There seemed to be a lot of resentment about the Cross case and although they were all professional enough to get on with the job, it still left a bitter taste.

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While the agents were still chatting, the 'phone rang.

"Hello," Jim picked up.

"It's Jordan. Is everyone there? Good. Put my on speaker, would you."

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"No rest for the wicked," was all Jim said as the agents left to go their separate ways.

It did not take him long to gather up his travel luggage and he was soon back on the Ducati and pulling in to the airport car park. On entering the airport, he soon found Jordan Stern who was waiting for them to arrive, tickets in his hands.

"Where are we off to, Chief?"

"Boston. I'll tell you all about it when we're all here."

So, they waited for the others to arrive.

NRPG:
Well! Alien technology, eh? Let's make sure we give the MIBs a run for their money!!

Respectfully submitted,

FCO Lt.(jg) Olivier Patru, USS ORION NCC-1997, Starfleet.
Special Agent-2 Jim Reaper, X-Files Division, FBI.
Ar'Aman Bowright and Darar, Daere Warren, DragonLands.
Mc'Key and Vasleth, Geode Warren, DragonLands.

aka Peter Shillan.