Immediately after returning to the mothership,  Diana went to work on her latest conversion subject, a sixty year old
marine biologist employed by none other than Nathan Bates
.
The man jerked and moaned in the cylindrical cell as visions of demons possessed his mind.  "No! No!" He cried in
fear.

He ran down darkened streets trying to hide from the monsters.  But no matter which way he ran, they found him.
Diana smiled pleased with the session, and her progress.

"Just a few more days, Diana," the lab technician, Bart, assured her.

She faced him with anger. "I wanted this complete by tomorrow!"

"He's an old man, Diana.  I'm doing the best I can."

"Diana?" another male visitor, Greggory, stepped into the small room.  He was much shorter than Diana, appearing to be of thirty years of age in his human disguise.  He too had brown hair and hazel eyes.  "Captain James wishes to speak with you."

"Tell him I'm busy!"

The supreme commander turned back to watch her victim. Greggory obediently slipped out of the room.  Diana's lips
curled to a smile as the human began to moan in agony once again.  Diana leaned over to speak into the microphone.  "He won't hurt you if you come to me."

"Never!" the old man hissed.

Diana reached over to the control panel and moved the dial to a higher level.

"Diana, his heart!" Bart pleaded.

"Leave this to me!" she glared at him.  Her victim ran faster.

"Don't eat me!  I'm not ready to die" the old man yelled.

"Give me your hand, William!" Diana insisted.

"No!"

Once again, Diana turned the dial, reaching the conversion chambers highest level of dream sequence.  Barnes wailed in fear.

"Reach out to me, I'll save you," she coaxed.

He groaned again but finally gave in.  Mentally and physically, he could endure no more.

She turned off the module and stepped into the cell with the man, embracing him as he shuddered in fright.

"The monster is gone.  He can't hurt you now.  You're safe with me," she said softly.
 
 

"Blue Bird to base, Blue Bird to base," Chris Faber called into the CB microphone.  He released the button and
waited for a response.

Ham Tyler turned away from his colleague, slamming an empty beer can down onto the large conference table.  "I
don't like this!"

Twenty-three year old, Damon Smith, rushed down the flight of stairs which led into the concealed resistance
headquarters.  "I can't get the coordinates, Ham.  We lost  their signal hours ago."

"Dammit!"

"Do ya think Donovan changed the route?" Chris Faber asked.

"Hell, yeah I do.  Donovan's a reckless son of a bitch.  I should've never let him take this shipment!"

Without another word, he went to the CB radio and began to shout into the receiver.  "If this is one of your little
pranks, Gooder-,"

Another male resistance member came down the stairway saying, "The blips are gone.  Either our equipment's shot or they're down."

Again, Tyler tried to get a reply from Donovan.  "Blue Bird to base.  Do you read?  Over."

The only response was a slight crackle and then silence.  "They're down, man," Kyle Bates said sourly.

Ham turned to face Dan Smith, the resistance's top communication expert.  "Contact Peter Forsythe.  Tell him we
lost 'em and need a search party."

Smith busied himself at the fax machine.  But Tyler reprimanded him.  "Not that way!  We don't have time to
kill!"

"Well then get me the damned number!"
 
 

The small cargo plane had crashed into a small ravine, just east of the Colorado river.  It had landed on it's right
wing, causing the tip to break off.  Small fragments of the plane had scattered over a miles radius.

Inside of the damaged aircraft, one passenger tried to get up from the floor, and the other did not move.  There
was no light to see by.  Mike Donovan finally did get to his feet.

"Julie?" he called into the darkness.

There was no answer.

Could she be dead? he wondered.  No, he would not allow himself to think about it.

"Hey, you all right?" he repeated, attempting to hide the panic in his voice.  But it was no use.  He had to know
if she was seriously hurt, or just unconscious.  So, he got down on his hands and knees and searched the floor until
he could feel her hair beneath his hands.  The soft curls were wet, perhaps drenched from her blood.

He wondered if he should attempt to feel for her face. Where was the blood coming from?  If he tried to move her
would it cause more injury?  Suddenly, he could see  her face and watched the red trickle down her cheek. She  was
bleeding from her temple and right ear lobe.  Donovan looked up to find  his source of light.  The dash board had burst into red and orange flames.  Without giving it a second thought, he pulled the woman away from the burning inferno and carried her outside, using the cargo door to make his escape.

Running away from the plane, he did not look back. The moonlight's bright glow  helped to guide him as he tried to
climb up the rocky hillside.  As he shifted the woman's weight to his left arm, he felt another stream of blood
coming from the back of her head.
 
 

Lauren Stewert stirred from her  sleep as her cordless telephone gave a loud ring.  'Who's going to call at this
hour?' she thought.  'Oh no!  Daddy?'  Lauren often worried about her father.  She was his only child.  Her mother had passed away years ago.  And now, George Stewart lived alone in Harlem.

It was not George Stewert's voice on the other end. "Ms. Stewert?" the man asked.

"Who is this?!" she demanded.

"This is Dan on the west coast.  I need to relay a message to Pete Forsythe.  It's an emergency."

"Okay, Dan.  Hold on a minute."  She reached over to wake the sleeping man from his slumber.  "Pete, honey, wake up."

Pete rolled over to look at his girlfriend and she continued,  "Los Angeles is on the phone.  Something's
wrong."

He grabbed the phone. "Peter Forsythe, here."

"This is Dan Smith in Los Angeles.  We've lost our transport plane's signal. We think that they went down."

"Well where were they last spotted?" Pete asked, turning on the bed side lamp with his free hand.

"We thought you guys were keeping track of them."

Obviously, there had been a misunderstanding.  But Pete would not be held accountable.  "Shit too," he said. "Some
of us have jobs to go to in the morning.  We can't monitor flights to our base.  That's their responsibility!"

"Well we need help finding them."

"Well gee, I would think that you guys know which way they went.  Why don't you give us a call when you find them?"

"WE CAN'T GO FIND THEM!  THAT'S OUR ONLY PLANE!!"

"It looks like you're shit out of luck then, doesn't it?"

Pete wasn't normally like this.  But there was nothing more that he hated then to be awoke in the middle of the night.

"If they did go down, then they need to be found," Dan was beginning to sound impatient.  "Can't you guys try to find
for us?  You know if Bates finds out about Julie and Hannah's collaboration, she's gonna be in some hot water!"

"Yeah,"  Pete sighed.  "Yeah, I'll try to locate them for you guys."
 
 

Bright white beams of light scanned the floor of the canyon as the Visitor squad ship passed overhead.

"There, Commander Terrance!"  the female officer pointed down towards the wreckage.

The space craft swooped and headed towards the earth and landed.  Then, the two Visitors climbed out of the shuttle
carrying fire extinguishers.  They did not want to risk having their face masks melted and worked swiftly to put out
the blazes that held the cargo plane captive.

Danielle followed her superior officer into the jet. Together, the pair sorted through  the boxes that had not
been destroyed by the fire, and searched for clues.  They only found fruits and vegetables that had been wilted by
the heat.

Terrance walked away in disgust and headed towards the cockpit.  Using his flashlight, he searched for any human
bodies.  There was no one.  He discovered the pool of blood behind the navigator's chair and traced a trail of the red
liquid to the cargo door.

"They've escaped," he announced.  "Call for back up.  I want a thorough search done throughout the area!"

Danielle approached him.  "I've found identification for one of the passengers."  She gave him a womans handbag
and the wallet that she had removed from it.

Terrance studied the California driver's license and recognized the woman's face.  "This is the ex-resistance
leader of the resistance group in Diana's city, Los Angeles."

"Ex-?" she looked up at him.  "Then what good is she to us?"

"She might not be all that important, but she needs to be found and find out who else came with her."

The two Visitors exited the craft, then headed towards their own.  They used their radio to ask that others would
come to help conduct the investigation.
 

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