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it wasn’t from Earth. The rocket was guarded by another pair of army personnel. Just like the soldiers he had encountered earlier, they were also armed with strange rifles. “I’ve never seen weapons like those before,” Johnny said.
    “That’s because technically they don’t exist,” Argos said. “Only top-level Pentagon officials have any knowledge of their existence. They’re only used on premises that fall under AL jurisdiction. We use only the most advanced Earth technology to defend impounded alien craft.”
    Johnny looked around the hangar. There were other extraterrestrial craft, but most were being taken apart or had already been disassembled. “When we take in refugees or other non-human asylum seekers, they often arrive in their spacecraft,” Doctor Murdoc said. “Part of the condition for receiving species-change surgery and a lifetime safety guarantee from Earth is the willing exchange of knowledge. This way, we gain a better understanding of alien technologies.”
    “You mentioned something about these folks ‘offering us information vital to Earth’s security,’” Johnny said, “what type of information we talkin’ about here?”
    “It varies,” Argos said before pulling out two dog treats from his jacket pocket and tossing them to Jessie and Studs. Murdoc shot a judgmental glance at him before shaking his head.
    “You really shouldn’t be feeding your pets in the hangar Agent Better.”
    “They’re not my ‘pets’ doctor; they’re my friends and work colleagues.”
    Murdoc shook his head again and smiled before turning his attention to Johnny. “They have knowledge of possible time-infractions or imminent invasions by aggressive alien species seeking to expand their interstellar reach.”
    “How long has this been going on, Doc?”
    Murdoc led Johnny and Argos closer to one of the cylindrical ships. It looked like a large magic wand with landing gear. “It all started in 1947 of your Earth Calendar year. In a place called New Mexico.”
    Behind the magic wand-like ship sat another craft; this one had a saucer-like shape to it. Johnny’s imagination started working and his jaw nearly-dropped. “Wait a minute, that’s literally a flying-saucer.”
    “It belongs to a race of aliens humans call ‘Greys.’ During one of their survey missions a scout craft crashed in the desert of your American State of New Mexico, near a city called Roswell.”
    “Yeah I know the alleged story,” Johnny replied, “but I didn’t really believe in all that conspiracy theory crap.”
    “I had a hard time believing it too Johnny,” Argos interjected, “it wasn’t until your father came to recruit me that I saw concrete proof of extraterrestrial life. He showed me some files and I was carrying the same surprised look you have now.”
    Johnny examined the saucer-shaped scout ship. Part of its exterior was pockmarked with burnt smudges and it was obvious it had seen better days, yet, it was mostly intact. “Sure doesn’t look like a ship that crashed.”
    “Using help from Doctor Murdoc’s people we were able to piece it back together the best we could. But even after seventy years there’s still a lot we don’t know about it,” Argos said.
    Murdoc’s face hardened “Perhaps that’s for the best Agent Better. Some of the technology onboard could be misused if it fell into the wrong hands.”
    “So you say,” Argos replied curtly before looking at Johnny. “Despite their help, Doctor Murdoc’s people still don’t think we’re civilized enough to understand the advanced concepts of space travel.”
    “This is a very sore-topic,” Doctor Murdoc replied. “One of the few disagreements between our two races, I’m sad to say.” The alien doctor really did sound saddened by his statement. Was there more to this argument than just one spaceship? Johnny did not know.
    “I still don’t know why I’m here,” Johnny asked. “Don’t get me wrong, I think Argos arrived at a great