Crap Shoot

By Richard Johnson

Years ago, a pair of college girls was rescued from a party-gone-bad, then abducted by an alien in need of a crew.
A few years later, they abandoned their alien savior on Earth and are forced to return to find and rescue him to prevent interstellar criminals from raiding the Earth.
To do this, they need help.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard Johnson
• Release date: Aug 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476097596

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CRAP SHOOT

By Richard Johnson

Published by Richard (Rick) Johnson (Desert Dragon Productions) at Smashwords.

Copyright December 2011 Richard Johnson

ISBN 9781476097596

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CRAP SHOOT

Flight 312 you are approaching bogie and should be within visual.

Confirmed! Bogie is a sphere surrounded by a disc, slivery-blue in color, about 120 feet diameter by 40 feet thick moving east at 500 knots. No visible means of propulsion or weapons. Approaching to intercept.

The F-16s approached on afterburner, two dropping behind to attack position, two more flanking the UFO. Attention Unidentified Aircraft, this is United States Air Force Flight 312. You are in American airspace and are ordered to change course and land immediately.

The pilot gave them a minute to use whatever translation devices they possessed to process the message then repeated his demands.

Y: Hey there Air Force guys, the female voice came over their headphones. We’re kind of lost so can you tell us the way to Arizona so we can pick up Arlin?

USAF Flight 312 to UFO, you are ordered to change course and land immediately.

Y: Kay, I don’t think they are friendly.

K: No shit, Yuri! Let me try. Hello Air Force guys, we’d really like to see Arizona, so if you could please tell us where to find it, we’ll be on our way. Oh, right… thank you... and over. This female voice had what appeared to be a mild southern, perhaps Texan drawl.

Negative UFO, change course 1 2 5 degrees north, drop speed to 200 knots and reduce altitude to…

K: I don’t think they are friendly. I can see they’ve armed their weapons. Not that they can hurt us or anything. Let me try again. Hey Air Force Guys, I can see a city up ahead, how about I just nuke the city out of existence then keep on nuking every city I see until you tell me how to get to Arizona? There, that should get us some directions.

Major, another voice broke in. They sound like a couple of bimbos who aren’t smart enough to pull into a gas station and ask directions. Maybe we should try another way…

K: Gas station? Yuri that just might work. Thanks guys! The flying saucer suddenly dropped and reversed direction instantly accelerating to a speed faster than the jets could imagine and were off the radar screen within seconds.

Control, this is flight 312, the bogie has changed direction and accelerated to a high speed. We are unable to pursue. Can you confirm?

Affirmative Flight 312, the bogie accelerated northwest to mach 10 and is off our screen. Come in boys and I hope your recorder and cameras are working. The Brass is going to shit kittens over this.

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The gas station attendant was sipping his coke as the flying saucer landed. It didn’t really land so much as it came down, hovered a few feet off the ground as a hatch opened on the lower bulge and two women exited to stride toward the station. The attendant couldn’t hear the slight humming but he did see the guy pumping gas into his Volvo stare until gas spurted from the tank. He had plenty of time to watch them approach. Both