"He is one isn't he?" Mucklebones asked as she walked towards the scared man who'd separated himself from his two companions.
Forrestal's eyes widened at the horrible sight of the creature in the green cloth wading through the grass towards him, which was
only fair due to President Truman and Navy Commander Stigison offering the same type of terror-stare.
"What on earth is that?!" Stigison exclaimed to nobody and with a quick glance at the astonished men, Muckles replied "That's Boy
In A Dress and I know he's an ugly bugger, but he means well". Tibbs' chest swelled with pride at his approaching wife's repartee.
For himself, BIAD just wandered behind the sharp-tongued Witch and checked the ground for gopher holes.
President Truman realised his control had wavered and prepared to walk towards where the Vithian and his seemingly frightened
Secretary of Defence stood, but Ninurta stepped in his path and growled "A smart fella would just give 'em a minute or two".
The ugly firearm was still nestling in the holster of the stoic man with the easy stance, but Harry Truman hadn't reached the pinnacle
of power without knowing when to recognise a harnessed menace when he saw one. And this guy had it in spades.
The President looked for assistance from the dark-uniformed man at his side and realised there wasn't any. Gerald Light seemed to
be in a world of his own and just stood in his fancy-togs and grinned.
"That's a real alien" the ostentatious occultist and alleged spirit-communicator murmured, probably to himself.
Mucklebones arrived beside her husband and surveyed the trembling figure named James Forrestal. The Witch realised it would be
difficult for Tibbs to see, but her initial suggestion was correct, he wasn't human. "Whey-yer' bugger, he's well-hidden" she whispered
and nudged the Time-Manager affectionately.
"Wha... what do you want with me...?" Forrestal stammered and with his eyes, pleaded to his superior to step in and annul the terrible
nightmare. "... You better stay away -you demons" he warned and then frowned his puzzlement as the two strange creatures broke out
respective genuine smiles.
"HE'S the bloody-demon, that sod there" Muckles chuckled and jammed a grey-skinned thumb towards the red-dressed figure gazing
down into a burrow he was sure a gopher had just peeked from. BIAD wondered if it would pop out again if he was quiet.
Forrestal carefully shifted his gaze from the freaks before him and looked at where Boy In A Dress was bent forward in concentration.
"The lady is a devil?" he asked softly and brought his focus back from the bearer of the revealing cleavage to the dwarf-monk and the
monster in the green poncho.
Tibbs took out his ever-faithful handset and played with a couple of buttons, an act that could later offer evidence that what we know
is what we believe to be true. "Jumping-Jehoshaphat, you're right my love... he's a Wose" the Time-manipulator declared and seem to
absorb himself in the information that the handset displayed.
Muckles sighed dramatically and shrugged at Forrestal, "scientists...what can yer' do wiv' 'em, heh?" she chirped and it seemed for a
moment, the tension had eased. Forrestal even attempted a reciprocating smile, though it was a small one.
From a couple of yards away, the two conservative men and the brooding Gunslinger watched the interaction on the tarmac until their
attention was interrupted by the well-endowed being with the long fringe appearing in front of them.
"Hello..." Boy In A Dress said politely and then turning to face the GunMan, he reported "the gopher never came back"
At this point, the reader can decide whether Ninurta broke-out a look of horror at the announcement or just offered his cold-blue eyes
as an example of his concern for BIAD's situation. Answers on a postcard please.
The next part would be something the hesitant Secretary of Defence would ponder on later when he was safely back on Air Force One
and seated away from the window. He hated flying and believed if Jesus had wanted us to fly he'd have given us wings.
"Take a walk with me" Muckles said coyly and carefully reaching for James' arm, she placed her own into the crook of his elbow and
slowly turned him towards the end of the desolate runway. It was still afternoon and the sun was still struggling to break through the
stationary grey clouds.
Tibbs sighed and ambled back towards his friends and the two official-looking humans, his focus was still on his handset's readings.
"Tell me what is going on..." President Truman demanded as he watched the advancing dwarf in the brown robes. "...My time is
precious and we're still no closer to discovering this imminent danger you allege" he added and buttoned his suit-jacket to show his
formality.
Straightening his own attire, Tibbs began to speak. "You may not be aware -although the last leader of this planet was told this, there
are forces in thi... the universe that on occasion, could have adverse activity that effects your way of life". As Tibbs cleared his throat,
he noticed the human called Gerald Light was nodding in agreement and with a glance towards Ninurta, he wondered if this irritating
gesture could be thwarted.
The emotionally-sparse Gunslinger stealthily stepped beside the condescending clairvoyant and whispered something into his ear
and if Tibbs had been asked what those hushed-tones may have sounded like, he'd have possibly remarked something like:
"If you don't stop noddin' it, 'Ah'll pull it off"
But that's just a guess, however Tibbs is an academic.
A further definition of Earth's oncoming woes was almost uttered by the bantam scientist when suddenly, he whirled around and
looked out towards the perimeter fence of Holloman Air Base and saw his wife looking back at him. Mucklebones and Forrestal
were still arm-in-arm, but the Witch had craned her neck to make sure Tibbs had received the telepathic message.
"DON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING"
Ignoring Boy In A Dress asking "why not?" the Vithian mustered his skills at obfuscation and arranged himself to look authoritative.
Ninurta stifled his lop-sided smile at the poor attempt of a bull-shitting stance, but said nothing. It had been a long time ago that he'd
given-up on working out the trio of people that kept dragging him back into a sortie of mayhem... considering the fact he could usually
generate his own.
"Er... during the next few years, there may be a incursion by... by unknown-outsiders to retrieve certain wreckage and synthetics you
have acquired from your interest in downed-craft..." Tibbs enunciated. "...I believe it is only fair to warn you of this" he supplemented
in a strong tone.
Commander Stigison snorted and answered that his 'people' were well aware of the situation and that this meeting was not only a waste
of the President's time, but also a waste of his own. The irony of wasting time wasn't lost on Tibbs and Ninurta, it was another of those
links that kept the Vithian faithful that his unfriendly-friend would never let him down and utilising the levity, helped towards keeping that
havoc-wreaking pistol in it's weather-worn holster.
"I flew all this way for that?" President Truman snarled, "Do you have any idea of how powerful our military is...?, any raids will be met
by the most aggressive antithesis any human -or alien race, can ever imagine" he said with a large dollop of pride.
'Tell them to ...." Muckles mentally suggested as she and James returned from their wanderings, but Tibbs ignored the message and
didn't get all of it anyway.
Anyone rarely looked to the Man-Girl for assistance, but if Tibbs had, BIAD would have said the directive ended with the word 'off'.
He was sure of it.
The next couple of minutes involved the apologetic politics of assuring the blue planet's health would be maintained and those that Tibbs
represented were looking forward to the day Earthlings would join the Space Federation. A ruse that the Vithian had used before.
Forrestal was kept between Stigison and Truman as they walked the mile-or-so back to where a jeep waited and the small troop of time
-travellers monitored the retreat. The New Mexico breeze blew again and Ninurta -a man who rarely repeats himself, laid a hand on Tibbs'
shoulder and said " Ah' think you've got some explainin' to do, fella".
Forrestal's eyes widened at the horrible sight of the creature in the green cloth wading through the grass towards him, which was
only fair due to President Truman and Navy Commander Stigison offering the same type of terror-stare.
"What on earth is that?!" Stigison exclaimed to nobody and with a quick glance at the astonished men, Muckles replied "That's Boy
In A Dress and I know he's an ugly bugger, but he means well". Tibbs' chest swelled with pride at his approaching wife's repartee.
For himself, BIAD just wandered behind the sharp-tongued Witch and checked the ground for gopher holes.
President Truman realised his control had wavered and prepared to walk towards where the Vithian and his seemingly frightened
Secretary of Defence stood, but Ninurta stepped in his path and growled "A smart fella would just give 'em a minute or two".
The ugly firearm was still nestling in the holster of the stoic man with the easy stance, but Harry Truman hadn't reached the pinnacle
of power without knowing when to recognise a harnessed menace when he saw one. And this guy had it in spades.
The President looked for assistance from the dark-uniformed man at his side and realised there wasn't any. Gerald Light seemed to
be in a world of his own and just stood in his fancy-togs and grinned.
"That's a real alien" the ostentatious occultist and alleged spirit-communicator murmured, probably to himself.
Mucklebones arrived beside her husband and surveyed the trembling figure named James Forrestal. The Witch realised it would be
difficult for Tibbs to see, but her initial suggestion was correct, he wasn't human. "Whey-yer' bugger, he's well-hidden" she whispered
and nudged the Time-Manager affectionately.
"Wha... what do you want with me...?" Forrestal stammered and with his eyes, pleaded to his superior to step in and annul the terrible
nightmare. "... You better stay away -you demons" he warned and then frowned his puzzlement as the two strange creatures broke out
respective genuine smiles.
"HE'S the bloody-demon, that sod there" Muckles chuckled and jammed a grey-skinned thumb towards the red-dressed figure gazing
down into a burrow he was sure a gopher had just peeked from. BIAD wondered if it would pop out again if he was quiet.
Forrestal carefully shifted his gaze from the freaks before him and looked at where Boy In A Dress was bent forward in concentration.
"The lady is a devil?" he asked softly and brought his focus back from the bearer of the revealing cleavage to the dwarf-monk and the
monster in the green poncho.
Tibbs took out his ever-faithful handset and played with a couple of buttons, an act that could later offer evidence that what we know
is what we believe to be true. "Jumping-Jehoshaphat, you're right my love... he's a Wose" the Time-manipulator declared and seem to
absorb himself in the information that the handset displayed.
Muckles sighed dramatically and shrugged at Forrestal, "scientists...what can yer' do wiv' 'em, heh?" she chirped and it seemed for a
moment, the tension had eased. Forrestal even attempted a reciprocating smile, though it was a small one.
From a couple of yards away, the two conservative men and the brooding Gunslinger watched the interaction on the tarmac until their
attention was interrupted by the well-endowed being with the long fringe appearing in front of them.
"Hello..." Boy In A Dress said politely and then turning to face the GunMan, he reported "the gopher never came back"
At this point, the reader can decide whether Ninurta broke-out a look of horror at the announcement or just offered his cold-blue eyes
as an example of his concern for BIAD's situation. Answers on a postcard please.
The next part would be something the hesitant Secretary of Defence would ponder on later when he was safely back on Air Force One
and seated away from the window. He hated flying and believed if Jesus had wanted us to fly he'd have given us wings.
"Take a walk with me" Muckles said coyly and carefully reaching for James' arm, she placed her own into the crook of his elbow and
slowly turned him towards the end of the desolate runway. It was still afternoon and the sun was still struggling to break through the
stationary grey clouds.
Tibbs sighed and ambled back towards his friends and the two official-looking humans, his focus was still on his handset's readings.
"Tell me what is going on..." President Truman demanded as he watched the advancing dwarf in the brown robes. "...My time is
precious and we're still no closer to discovering this imminent danger you allege" he added and buttoned his suit-jacket to show his
formality.
Straightening his own attire, Tibbs began to speak. "You may not be aware -although the last leader of this planet was told this, there
are forces in thi... the universe that on occasion, could have adverse activity that effects your way of life". As Tibbs cleared his throat,
he noticed the human called Gerald Light was nodding in agreement and with a glance towards Ninurta, he wondered if this irritating
gesture could be thwarted.
The emotionally-sparse Gunslinger stealthily stepped beside the condescending clairvoyant and whispered something into his ear
and if Tibbs had been asked what those hushed-tones may have sounded like, he'd have possibly remarked something like:
"If you don't stop noddin' it, 'Ah'll pull it off"
But that's just a guess, however Tibbs is an academic.
A further definition of Earth's oncoming woes was almost uttered by the bantam scientist when suddenly, he whirled around and
looked out towards the perimeter fence of Holloman Air Base and saw his wife looking back at him. Mucklebones and Forrestal
were still arm-in-arm, but the Witch had craned her neck to make sure Tibbs had received the telepathic message.
"DON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING"
Ignoring Boy In A Dress asking "why not?" the Vithian mustered his skills at obfuscation and arranged himself to look authoritative.
Ninurta stifled his lop-sided smile at the poor attempt of a bull-shitting stance, but said nothing. It had been a long time ago that he'd
given-up on working out the trio of people that kept dragging him back into a sortie of mayhem... considering the fact he could usually
generate his own.
"Er... during the next few years, there may be a incursion by... by unknown-outsiders to retrieve certain wreckage and synthetics you
have acquired from your interest in downed-craft..." Tibbs enunciated. "...I believe it is only fair to warn you of this" he supplemented
in a strong tone.
Commander Stigison snorted and answered that his 'people' were well aware of the situation and that this meeting was not only a waste
of the President's time, but also a waste of his own. The irony of wasting time wasn't lost on Tibbs and Ninurta, it was another of those
links that kept the Vithian faithful that his unfriendly-friend would never let him down and utilising the levity, helped towards keeping that
havoc-wreaking pistol in it's weather-worn holster.
"I flew all this way for that?" President Truman snarled, "Do you have any idea of how powerful our military is...?, any raids will be met
by the most aggressive antithesis any human -or alien race, can ever imagine" he said with a large dollop of pride.
'Tell them to ...." Muckles mentally suggested as she and James returned from their wanderings, but Tibbs ignored the message and
didn't get all of it anyway.
Anyone rarely looked to the Man-Girl for assistance, but if Tibbs had, BIAD would have said the directive ended with the word 'off'.
He was sure of it.
The next couple of minutes involved the apologetic politics of assuring the blue planet's health would be maintained and those that Tibbs
represented were looking forward to the day Earthlings would join the Space Federation. A ruse that the Vithian had used before.
Forrestal was kept between Stigison and Truman as they walked the mile-or-so back to where a jeep waited and the small troop of time
-travellers monitored the retreat. The New Mexico breeze blew again and Ninurta -a man who rarely repeats himself, laid a hand on Tibbs'
shoulder and said " Ah' think you've got some explainin' to do, fella".
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe.