“I knew I could. Thanks, Stanley.” Harry got back in his truck and drove away. His next destination was the multi-purpose field, with a stop at Tim’s to pick up coffee on the way.
Later that day, Harry and Bertie discussed her social media findings, which amounted to a lot of comments that basically said the same thing. She had printed two copies of her notes.
“This doesn’t tell us much,” she said. “But I did manage to contact Norman and Casey and got verbal reports from both of them… and they both agreed to let us know if they see anything else.”
“Norman Lockyer and Casey Michaels… I don’t know either of them,” Harry said, looking at the paper in his hand.
“We need another sighting, and we need to get there while it’s happening, not the day after. Whatever is going on, no visible traces are being left behind.”
“All we can do is wait and hope,” Bertie said as she pulled on her jacket.
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Two days passed with no further reported sightings of lights or anything else out of the ordinary. Just after 11:30 on the third night, Harry and Bertie both received calls saying the UFO was back over the multi-purpose field again. Harry called Bertie as he was leaving the house and she said she’d be waiting at the bottom of her driveway. He stopped just long enough for her to climb into the cab.
On the way to the field, they shared the information they had been given. A somewhat flat, circular object with a slightly raised dome at the centre; narrow glowing neon lights extending from the dome out to the perimeter on both top and bottom; and the object itself was silver coloured… two reports said ‘dull’ silver, kind of like aluminum paint.
Driving towards the field, Harry and Bertie sometimes caught glimpses of something that could match what was reported, and the closer they got, the better it could be seen. It appeared to be fairly small and close to the ground.
“Definitely not an alien spaceship coming in for a landing,” Harry said.
“Not unless it’s manned by an ant-sized crew,” Bertie added and they both laughed.
When they neared the field, Harry cut the lights, hoping not to alarm whoever was out there. He drove the truck slowly into the parking lot and cut the engine. They eased the doors open carefully and pushed them to instead of slamming them. One other vehicle was already parked there, a small SUV.
As they stood at the edge of the field entrance, they could see someone close to the centre of the field, and the object – just as it had been described – was hovering above him. While they watched, the object began to descend, as if by remote control. When the man had the object in his hands, Harry and Bertie walk out to where he was standing.
