Heatstroke Page #5

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Widen your search.

That hotspot didn't just disappear.

Captain? Romeo here. Still nothing.

Tau Seven max is zeropointtwo.

And I'm running out of road.

Double back to the beach.

Get the ultralight. Out.

Oh, man. Check this out.

Civilization at its finest.

NNo fridge and no toilet,

but by God they got a television.

Zoom in. Something's moving.

It's either an alien or Mrs. Big Foot.

That's Grandma.

Stop! Stop. Stop!

What's the problem?

We heard something coming at us.

Where? Show me.

Come on. NNothing's gonna hurt you. Come on.

Hey. You lost?

I'm good. Just picking locations.

And we're gonna finish the shoot

with a new photographer.

You know, I was thinking about your pictures.

And there's a great little island

about eight miles west of here. Isolated.

You could charter over. It's beautiful.

You wanna get rid of me?

Just trying to be helpful.

Why?

How well do you know that, uh, bartender?

You know, your beach security guy.

Hardly. He was a day hire. He's missing.

What are you military guys up to?

Military? I'm just a tourist, ma'am.

Yeah, and I'm blonde.

About yesterday. The, uh, I was, uh. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

I can't tell you.

Should I be afraid of this place?

I was you, I'd find another place

for my photo shoot.

Soon as you can.

What'd it look like?

We didn't see anything.

We just heard it. It, it sort of chattered.

It's gone now. It's probably just a parrot

or something.

Hey, how come you guys are out hiking?

NNo work today?

Oh, we're waiting on a photographer.

The other one left.

And he left you ladies behind. What, is he gay?

What's that?

NNo, it's cool. It's, it's just a bird

or something.

You sure?

Of course.

You wanna lift back to town?

There is no way you are leaving us here alone.

Climb in. I gotta make one stop first.

There. Let's do that again. Here we go. Ooh.

Hello? Hello?

Go. Leave now.

Hang on. Hey, wait. I'm a friend of Angel's.

You know my little Angel?

Yeah, you're his grandmother, right?

Rahela.

Rahela. I'm Steve. Can I talk to you?

Talk what?

NNightmares. Bad dreams.

Television.

I'll be right back.

Romeo here. I, I don't see an ultralight.

Maybe it washed out to sea.

Keep looking and scanning for Tau Seven.

Over.

What's the point? It's gone.

Or maybe you crashed somewhere else

and I'm in the wrong area, sir.

I know where I crashed, Lieutenant.

Stay in that sector. Out.

Yes, sir. Roger that.

This is gonna take awhile.

You guys might wanna go take a dip.

What's that?

Don't ask.

Basically it's a huge waste of time

and taxpayer money.

Uh, um, just don't ask.

Rahela, Rahela. Tell me about the red eyes.

They watch. I watch. I see them.

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