Snippet #2504513

I put the pedal to the metal, rushing down the road and aiming at the flying devices chasing me. I hit a few and they fell before I stopped for a moment and tried to explain the organization to Satey. "Foreign. Genetics. Association. They are the men who take anything that no one can explain." I said, looking in the rear view mirror seeing the saucers still following us. I turned the car on an exit that led to the major interstate, speckled with empty vehicles. "The government formed this group after Area 51 was a bust after all the UFO sightings in the 60's. The government kept the actual evidence of the sightings and studied them, while telling the public that these were completely deemed 'false'. Eventually, the sightings got less and less as the people lost interest and the government gained knowledge. The F.G.A soon followed and they've been picking unknown objects ever since. I've been caught and stuck in there a couple times. It was easy to get out the first time, but the second... I was stuck in there for five years." I stated, driving down the road and sighing as the small saucers lost distance and eventually stopped.

I glanced at Satey and muttered, "They've prodded me, shocked me and just tortured me to get a few answers to question they can't solve. And their sole purpose is to contain unidentified objects, forever most likely." There was a bit of a pause before we got rolling on a uninterrupted pathway, seeing that it was a lot to unload on Satey. "I'm... sorry that I just poured all that on you. It's just that I haven't told a lot of people that before." I stared down the road, trying to hold wheel steady as my emotions began to affect my motor skills.