Chapter 7: The A Team

  Pacific Village had a small police station. Karen Walker was about to go home for the night when the phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the time. It was 8:29. One minute left on her shift.

  “Hello, please, send someone to Thunder Park, the abandoned park. There’s a spaceship, it crashed right here and there’s something, an alien. It killed a person.” Kayla screamed into the phone.

  “Listen, you kids better stop calling here.” Karen shouted. The time was now 8:30.

  “I’m serious! Send someone, please?” Kayla begged.

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  Karen hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh. She grabbed her handbag and walked into the back office. Two police men were sitting there.

  “Guys, we got a couple of prank callers talking ‘bout some UFOs or some shit down at Thunder Park. Sounds like a couple of yahoos and drug addicts, but you better go check it out, just in case.” She said, then she waved cutely, jingling her keys and she walked out of the police station to go home.

  The officers looked at each other.

  “Stop at Fishy Joe’s for a coffee and a powdered donut?” Ryan said to the older officer. They were both quite round.

  “God damn it, you son of a bitch. You read my mind.” Sheriff Bronson said to the younger officer. “I’ll get my coat.”

  The two officers left the messy police station, hopped into one of the police cruisers and started to drive away.