“It’s basically GHB,” the male scientist says with disgust. “They were mentally and chemically manipulated into fucking each other. None of the aliens are to blame in the least, except for the one he obviously took care of.” He nods in Brannock’s direction.
“What is GHB?” Zeydan asks, and the rest of my guys look confused as well, even though my righteous fury is slowly starting to build again.
“GHB is a date rate drug. It’s illegal, but it’s popular in the party scene. It produces feelings of euphoria, confidence, relaxation, and sociability, which is great if you knowingly take it, but it gets slipped unknowingly into drinks, making the consumer susceptible to things they may not be interested in if they were sober.”
“Yes, and all of the aliens had a low tolerance to it, so it made them horny. Getting them to fuck after administering it to them really wasn’t an issue.” The male sounds ashamed.
The guard in front of me mutters something, and I have to lean closer to hear it.
“Kitrubu? What does that mean?” I lean back on my heels. Why isn’t my universal translator translating it? “Do any of you know?” I ask, wondering if my translator is broken with all my changes today.
All of them shake their heads. Well, shit.
“It’s Sumerian for sacrifice,” the helpful scientist offers. “It makes sense that they’d use something nobody else is familiar with.”
“How do you know?” I ask, perplexed at this random bit of knowledge.
“Dead languages are my specialty. It was why I was tapped for this program. Some of the aliens don’t speak any known language, and Smith wanted me to create a dictionary of sorts.”
“That’s bullshit. All aliens who reside on Earth or come here for a vacation are required to have a translator implant. You’ve been conned,” Saxon tells the man who nods and grins.
“Yes, I know that now, and you know that, but the rest of these idiots don’t.”
I’m growing to like this guy. “What’s your name?” I ask him, and he blinks in surprise. “Doctor Matthew Raynor. My wife, Melissa, works in the soldiers’ cell block, looking after the children. Please don’t kill her,” he begs. “I promise to tell you everything you want to know.”
“He certainly has been helpful,” Zeydan agrees, and Xavier and Saxon concur.
“Okay, Matthew, I’ll tell you what’s about to happen. We are going to release all of these aliens. We are then going to escort them to our ship where they will be assessed. If any of thempoint the finger at you for being involved in any form of torture or maiming, I’ll kill you without blinking, but if none of them have a bad thing to say about you or Melissa, then I’ll let the two of you live and possibly offer you a job when we’re done. Okay?”
He quickly agrees, and I stand up and back away from the male guard.
“Hey, my hand?” he croaks, his voice broken from his screams.
“Oh, I lied. I saw in your mind what you did to all of these beings and you, sir, are a sick fucker who deserves all that is coming to you.”
He starts shouting, and I freeze him again. The woman also starts complaining, so I give her the same treatment.
“Xavier, we’ll go back to the door, and I will phase you through so we can get the power started again. Then we will start releasing some of these people.”
He agrees, and I turn to Brannock. “I hate to ask you to wait, but I’m assuming Chloe’s in the soldiers’ wing, and I don’t want to release those children until we can reunite them with their parents.
He heaves out a sigh. “I hate it, but I understand.”
“When the power comes back on, we need to turn on all these terminals and transfer the information to the ship so we can comb through it all. When we are done and everyone is evacuated, I want Tirrian to shift again and burn this place to the ground. It’s a secure level, so the rest of Area 51 should be none the wiser. We will police our own people now, and Earth politicians can go fuck themselves. Agreed?” I ask, and my mates who are conscious respond in the affirmative.
I look at Ghosie. “I’m not sure what to do with him. That must have been a super strength sedative.”
Xavier chuckles. “It would have knocked Viggy out.”
“And you used two?” I screech, hurrying over to check that my bear is still breathing, but Saxon catches me as I move past him.
“He’s fine.” He brushes a hand over my hair. “He’s sleeping like a baby and will likely stay that way for a few more hours. We will use telekinesis to move him to the platform and take him home.”
“Why is he still that big?” I ask, pointing at his giant shaggy form.
Xavier shrugs. “No clue, but we expect him to go back to normal when the sedative wears off and he wakes.”
“Let’s hurry up. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies,” Tirrian grumbles, smoke wafting out of his nose.
