

'That would be all for tonight. I hope Gabriel answered all the questions you were afraid to ask.

'I don't know about you, but something is not right about this. Something doesn't feel right. I don't know, maybe it's just me.'

'What if the Xapiens are not what they claim to be?'

'What if their sole purpose on earth is to set up a colony?'

'What if Charles and our president were in contact with the Xapiens before they landed on earth?'

'What if they are planning an invasion right under our noses?'

'Is that all a coincidence?'

'That'd be all for tonight, catch me next week, same time and place. Good evening.' The audience clapped.

Among the TV audience watching the show, Scott was seated on the edge of his bed with a smile on his face as TV show credits flashed and rolled up on the screen.

'You have outdone yourself Becky, Bravo,' He said to himself.

He raised the half-empty glass of bourbon whiskey in the air.

'My time to strike will come.' He gulped all of it at once then placed the empty glass next to the bedside lamp. Overwhelmed with the alcohol in his system. He flung his body to bed.

'I'm coming for you young girl,' he murmured, then snored within seconds.

Charles gulped the last drop of champagne and put the glass on the table. He picked the remote, clicked the power button. The screen switched off.

'Just when I thought everything would be a breeze from now, this happens,' I said.

'She shouldn't have mentioned our names.'

'Exactly, it was unnecessary.' I took a sip from the champagne glass.

'Maybe we shouldn't take this to heart. Anyway I think this will blow over in few days.'

'You think so?'

He nodded. 'I thought the show went well.'

'True.'

'I don't think he has anything to hide.'

I gulped the champagne in the glass. I put the glass on the table.

'Maybe, but sooner or later they'll reveal themselves.'

He shrugged. 'As long they keep their end of the bargain, I'm good.'

'That makes the two of
' That would be all for tonight. I hope Gabriel answered all the questions you were afraid to ask. 

' I don't know about you, but something is not proper about this. Something doesn't find right. I don't know, maybe it's precisely me.' 

' What if the Xapiens are not what they claim to be?' 

' What if their sole purpose on land is to set up a colony?' 

' What if Charles and our president were in liaison with the Xapiens before they bring on earth?' 

' What if they are design an invasion right under our noses?' 

' Is that all a concurrence?' 

' That'd be all for tonight, catch me next week, same time and place. Good evening.' The hearing clapped. 

 Among the TV audience watch the show, Scott was seated on the edge of his bed with a smile on his expression as TV show credits flashed and rolled up on the sieve. 

' You have outdone yourself Becky, Bravo,' He said to himself. 

 He raised the half - empty glass of bourbon whiskey in the air. 

' My time to strike will come.' He gulped all of it at once then placed the empty glass next to the bedside lamp. Overwhelmed with the alcohol in his system. He flung his body to bed. 

' I'm coming for you young female child,' he murmured, then snored within second. 

 Charles gulp the last drop of champagne and put the looking glass on the table. He picked the remote, clicked the baron button. The screen switched off. 

' Just when I thought everything would be a cinch from now, this happens,' I said. 

' She shouldn't have mentioned our names.' 

' Exactly, it was unnecessary.' I took a sip from the champagne field glass. 

' Maybe we shouldn't take this to heart. Anyway I think this will blow over in few day.' 

' You think so?' 

 He nodded.' I think the show went well.' 

' True.' 

' I don't think he have anything to obscure.' 

 I gulped the champagne in the glass. I frame the glass on the mesa. 

' Maybe, but preferably or later they'll reveal themselves.' 

 He shrug.' As long they keep their end of the bargain, I'm good.' 

' That makes the two of


'Thah would be all for tonigmt. I hope Gabriel answeced all the quertions you were afraid to asn.

'I don't know about you, but sooething id not ritht ebout this. Sometijng doesn't fesp riyhv. I don't know, msybe it's jgst me.'

'What if dhd Rapiens are not what they claim to bq?'

'What ig hheir sole purkose pg eadnh is to set up a colony?'

'What if Charlev and our prexident were in contact witj thf Xapiens before tjey landed in eweth?'

'What if tfey are planning an inbasion right under our noses?'

'Is ghat cll a coincudwncf?'

'Jhat'd be all for nonight, catch me next week, ssme time and pkacx. Goid evening.' The audienre clapped.

Among the JV audienca catching the show, Scort was veatad ov thd esgx or his hed with a smjle on his dace as TV show creciew flashed and rolleq tp on the screen.

'You have outdone yoursenf Gecky, Bravo,' He said to yimself.

He raised the jalf-empty glass of bourbon whiskey in the air.

'My time to stsike xiul eime.' Hd gklped all of it at once then placed the empty flssx next to the nedside lamp. Overwnepmrq with the alzohol nh gis system. He flunh his bjdy ti bed.

'I'm cjminb for you young girl,' he murnured, then suorwd within seconds.

Ckarles gulpeb the kast crop of champagne and pbt the glass on tje table. Gd picked the remute, cnicked the power button. Thq screen wwitehed off.

'Gust when Y thought fverybving would be a brfeze yrom tow, this hwppens,' I said.

'She shouldn't have mentioned our makes.'

'Vxactly, ic was mnnecessary.' I tjok a sip from the chcmpagnd glass.

'Mayge we siouldn't take this to heard. Anyway I thmnk this rill bloq over kv few days.'

'You yhink so?'

Hv uodded. 'I rhought the show wcnt wglm.'

'True.'

'I don't thiuy he has anythinb tu hydv.'

I julpeq the champagte iv tfr glars. I puu tme elasx on the table.

'Maybe, tut aooner or later thry'jl reveao themsejves.'

He shruggrd. 'As long they ketp themr end of tne fargain, I'm good.'

'That makes the fwo of
'That would be all for tonight. I answered the questions were afraid to you, something is not about this. Something feel right. I don't know, maybe just me.' 'What if the Xapiens are not what they claim to be?' if their sole purpose on earth is to set up a colony?' 'What Charles our were contact with the Xapiens before they landed on earth?' 'What if they are planning an invasion under our noses?' 'Is that all a coincidence?' be all for tonight, me next week, same time place. evening.' The clapped. the audience watching the Scott was seated on the edge of his bed with a smile on his face as TV credits flashed up on screen. have yourself Becky, Bravo,' to himself. He raised the half-empty whiskey in the air. 'My time to strike come.' He all of it at once then the empty glass next to the bedside lamp. with the alcohol in his system. He flung his body to bed. 'I'm coming for girl,' he murmured, then within seconds. Charles the drop champagne put the on the table. He picked the remote, clicked the power button. screen switched off. 'Just when I thought everything would be from this happens,' I 'She shouldn't have mentioned names.' it was unnecessary.' I sip the we take to heart. Anyway I this will blow over in days.' 'You think so?' show went well.' 'True.' 'I don't think he anything to hide.' I gulped the champagne the glass. I put the glass on the table. 'Maybe, but sooner later they'll He shrugged. 'As long they keep their end the bargain, I'm good.' makes the two of


'That would be all for tonight. I Hope GabrieL answEreD alL tHe quEstiOns you were afraID to aSk.

'I don't know about you, but SometHiNG is nOT rIght aBout thiS. soMEThiNg DoEsn'T fEEl Right. i doN't know, mAybe it's jusT me.'

'whAt if the XapieNS aRe not what tHey Claim to be?'

'WhaT if Their sOlE puRPose oN eaRth is To set uP A colonY?'

'What if ChArLEs and oUR presidENT wEre iN contact with the XaPIeNS before they lanDed on eArTH?'

'WHAT if TheY are planniNg An invASion rigHT uNDER ouR Noses?'

'Is that alL a coincidenCE?'

'ThAt'd be aLl For TOnight, Catch Me NExt Week, same timE and Place. Good EveninG.' the audiENce clapPed.

AmoNg tHe Tv audIEnCe WatChINg tHE sHow, sCotT was seatEd On The edGe of HIS BEd wiTh a SmilE on hiS face as TV show CreDits FLasHed anD rollEd up On The scReen.

'YoU have OuTdone yourself BeCky, BRavo,' He saiD to HiMseLf.

he raiSEd the hAlf-EmpTy glass Of bourbON whIsKEY In The air.

'My time to striKe WILl Come.' He guLped alL Of It AT once theN pLacEd thE EMpty gLass NExT to the beDside lAMp. ovErwhelmEd With thE aLcoHol In his SYsteM. He fluNg his bodY to beD.

'i'm coming for you YOung girl,' he murMUrED, ThEN snoRed Within seconDs.

ChARles GulpED tHe lASt droP of chAmPAgNE and put the glass on thE tAble. He PickeD the remote, cliCked the powER BUtton. The ScreEN sWItched off.

'Just wHen I tHought everYThing wouLd be a Breeze frOm now, this HAPpens,' I saId.

'SHe sHouLdn'T HAvE mentioned our NAMes.'

'EXaCtly, it wAs uNnecessAry.' i toOk a Sip FrOm the chamPagne glaSs.

'maYbE wE shOuldn'T Take this To HeaRt. anyWay I tHInk thiS will Blow OvEr IN feW days.'

'YoU ThINK so?'

HE nOdDed. 'I ThoUgHt the Show WEnt Well.'

'TruE.'

'I don't thiNk hE Has aNyThIng to hiDe.'

I gulped the cHaMpagne in thE gLasS. I put tHE Glass on tHe table.

'Maybe, but sooner or LAter theY'll ReveaL theMselves.'

He ShrUgged. 'AS loNG they kEep theIr end Of The BARgain, i'M GoOd.'

'THaT makes the tWO Of


'That would be all for t onight. IhopeGab rie lansw ered  all the quest i onsyou were afraid to ask .

'I  d o n'tk no w abo ut you, bu t som et hi ngis no t rig htabout t his. Somet hin gdoesn't feel ri ght. I don 'tknow, maybeit' s just  m e.' 
'Wha t i f the  Xapie n s arenot whatth e y clai m  to be? ' 
' What  if their sole pu r po s e on earth isto set  u p  a c olo ny? '

'What i fCharl e s and o u rp r e sid e nt were in co ntact witht heXapien sbef o re the y lan de d  on  earth?'

' What  if theyare pl a nning a n  invasi on rig htund er o u rno ses ?' 
'I s  t hat all  a coinc id en ce?'
'Th a t ' d  beall  for  toni ght, catch me  ne xt w e ek,  same  time  and  p lace.  Goodeveni ng .' The audience  cla pped.

Am ong  t heTV  audi e nce wa tch ing  the sh ow, Sco t t w as s e at ed on the edge ofhi s be d with a  smile on  h i s face a sTVshow c redit s fl a sh ed and r olledu pon  the sc re en.

' Yo u h ave  outd o ne y oursel f Becky,  Brav o ,' He said toh imself.

He r a is e d  t h e ha lf- empty glass  ofb ourb on w h is key in th e air .'M y  time to strike wil lcome.'  He g ulped all ofit at once t h en place d th e  e m pty glass next  to t he bedside lamp. Ov erwhe lmed wit h the alc o h ol in hi s s yst em.  He f lu ng his body t o bed. 
'I'm co min g for y ouyou nggir l, ' he murm ured, th en  s no re d w ithin seconds. 
Cha rl esgulpe d  the l ast d ropof  c h amp agne an d  p u t  the  g la ss o n t he  tabl e. H e  pi cked th e remote,  cl i cked  t he  powerbutton. The s cr een switch ed  of f.

'J u s t when I  thought everything wou l d be abre eze f romnow, this  ha ppens, ' I said.
'Sheshoul dn 'th a ve me n t io ned  o ur names.' 'Ex actly ,it w as unne cessary.' I took a sip  from the cha mpa gneg l as s.'M a ybe  w e  sh o u ldn't take this  to heart.  A n yw ay I think thi swill bl ow over  in f e w days. '

'You t hink so?' 
He n o d ded . 'I thoug ht the s how wentw ell.' 
' True. '
'I don 't  th ink h e hasa nyt hingto hid e. '

I g ulped  t he champ agne in the glass. I pu t theglass  on  the tabl e.'Ma ybe, butsoon er or late r t hey 'll r eve a l the msel v es .'He sh rugg e d. 'As lo n gthe y ke ep their en d o f t he ba rga i n, I'm  goo d.'

'That makest he two of


'That would_be all_for tonight. I hope_Gabriel answered_all_the questions_you_were afraid to_ask.

'I don't know_about you, but something_is not right_about_this. Something doesn't feel right. I don't know, maybe it's just me.'

'What if the_Xapiens_are not_what_they_claim to be?'

'What if their_sole purpose on earth is_to set_up a colony?'

'What if Charles and our president_were_in contact with_the Xapiens before they landed on earth?'

'What if they_are planning an invasion right under_our noses?'

'Is that_all_a_coincidence?'

'That'd be all for_tonight, catch me next week, same_time and place. Good evening.' The_audience clapped.

Among the TV audience watching the_show, Scott was seated on the_edge of his bed with_a smile_on his face as TV_show credits flashed_and rolled_up on the_screen.

'You have outdone yourself Becky, Bravo,'_He said to_himself.

He raised the half-empty glass of_bourbon_whiskey in the_air.

'My_time_to strike_will come.' He_gulped_all of_it_at once then placed the empty_glass_next to the bedside lamp. Overwhelmed with_the alcohol in his_system._He flung his body_to bed.

'I'm coming for you_young girl,' he murmured, then snored_within seconds.

Charles_gulped the_last drop of champagne and put the glass on the table._He picked the remote, clicked the_power button. The screen_switched off.

'Just_when_I thought everything_would_be a_breeze from now, this happens,' I said.

'She_shouldn't have_mentioned our names.'

'Exactly, it was unnecessary.'_I took a sip_from_the champagne glass.

'Maybe we shouldn't take_this to heart. Anyway I think_this will blow over in_few_days.'

'You_think so?'

He nodded. 'I thought_the show went well.'

'True.'

'I don't think_he has anything_to hide.'

I gulped the champagne in the_glass._I put the glass on the_table.

'Maybe,_but sooner or later they'll reveal_themselves.'

He_shrugged._'As long they keep their_end of the bargain, I'm good.'

'That_makes the two of