A Visit from the Greys

The saucer slid down out of the night sky in full stealth mode, nearly invisible as it hovered in place. The two grays aboard had their electron negation field going, which made them invisible to the human’s radar. It would also turn off any electrical devices within a thousand of the human’s meters, but they didn’t intend to stay long enough to be noticed. They glided over wood and stream, looking for their next victim.

“There,” the grey commander said (for want of a better term) to his companion. The greys didn’t speak as such, but it wasn’t full telepathy either, more a mixture of sound and thought.

“I see it.”

It was a perfect target. A human sitting alone by a pond, engaging in their curious activity known as “fishing”. They moved over their target and engaged the hypnosis device to stupefy the human so it wouldn’t remember what was happening. They then turned on the tractor beam. However, there was a problem. The human wasn’t ascending to their ship.

“What is the malfunction?”

“I don’t know commander. The device is working perfectly. It’s like the target is attached to the ground.”

They were so intent on their target, they failed to detect the twang of a massive bow string. They had no warning before the armor piercing explosive on the head of the giant quarrel blasted through the side of their ship and sent them careening down into the brush. The ship hit and flipped, crushing trees and starting fires.

Several uniformed humans burst from cover and advanced on the smoldering ship. They had various types of cutting implements, and got to work trying to see what would get through the ship’s hull. They were followed by two other men – one with colonel’s insignia, and one in civilian clothing.

“By God, doctor, that worked! You did it! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, colonel. I admit I wasn’t sure myself.”

“Tell me again how you hit on a crossbow?”

“Well, it was obvious the aliens were using some kind of electricity dampening field. That’s why our radar could never pick them up. Since a crossbow, well it’s really a ballista, uses no modern technology, I figured they’d never be able to see it. So, I gave them the perfect target in our dummy over there who’s anchored to the ground, and I hoped they’d bite.”

“Sir,” called one of the soldiers. “We’ve got it open. Looks like there are two of them inside. I think they’re still alive.”

The two men came up and looked down at the aliens. Both greys were heavily manacled, and appeared to be unconscious, but they looked like they were breathing.”

“Okay, bag ‘em and tag ‘em and we’ll get them back to the lab. Good work everybody. I’ll call in the cleanup crew to take care of this ship.”

The greys weren’t entirely out but could only communicate on a low telepathic level. Not that they needed to communicate, since both shared the same thought.

“We are so screwed.”