A black 1969 Cadillac S60 Fleetwood Brougham 4 door sedan pulled up slowly to the road barriers. It was a classic old school vehicle, completely obsolete for the time period, or so it seemed as the black cadillac drove up to the police gates. An officer approached the vehicle with a blue LED flashlight and shined it into the vehicle, but the all zero point black tinted windows prevented any light at all from penetrating in, even a little bit.
The officer tapped on the driver side window with his flashlight, at which point he noticed something peculiar. The glass was especially thick. The windows were bulletproof, and custom made to look older than they actually were. The driver side window slid down partially, operated electronically or so it appeared, before a shadowy figure in a black fedora held out a card to the officer.
The officer didn't say anything, but reached for his radio and called it in. The voice on the other end gave him the go ahead. The officer handed the card back to the mysterious driver, who then closed the window again silently. The officer just shook his head and lifted the gate as other officers stepped in to prevent any of the civilians or news reporters from sliding through as the black cadillac drove slowly through the barrier and into the caution zone. Its state of the art 7L-V8 engine revved loudly as the black cadillac turned slowly on to the evacuated highway, passing armoured tanks and military personnel as the mysterious driver took his sweet time getting off the highway.
Eventually as the caddi got closer to the red zone, the driver noticed a few groups of Taiyou soldiers near the roadside who, despite all their tanks, weapons, armour and military equipment, appeared to be confused and slightly distressed. But this didn't seem to detour the old fedora wearing cadillac driver, as he lit up a brandless cigarette and continued driving towards the scene of the original meteor landing. Once he arrived at the large crater where the meteor had landed, the cadillac pulled off to the side of the road and stopped, cutting off its bright round headlights.
The driver side door opened, and out stepped a man dressed in all black from head to toe. He was wearing a black suit consisting of a long black tie over a white collared button up dress shirt, a black suit jacket and black slacks or dress pants, long black nylon socks, black polished leather dress shoes, black leather gloves, black boxer briefs and a black brimmed hat. He looked classy, slender, sophisticated, and completely out of place as he flicked away his half smoked cigarette and approached the military commanders and directors in charge of the mountainous region south of the Yukikaze megacity, one of the few untouched regions left on the planet, where their meteor had crash landed. He removed his fedora and bowed his head formally before introducing himself to General Hama and Director Aramaki.
"Jon Sumisu keiji, kokusai kankei jōhō kikan, chōsa bumon" he said in perfect Taiyou, holding up his identification card before sticking it back into his chest shirt pocket, removing one glove and extending his arm for a handshake. His hand was cold and surprisingly smooth, being completely devoid of fingerprints. His name was Detective John D. Smith, and he seemed very professional. But he didn't appear to be of Asiatic origin. Rather, he was clearly caucasian and somewhat tall and slender with no distinguishable markings, scars or tattoos. He was also completely bald, even lacking eyebrows and eyelashes, something which made him look a little strange at first. But he was obviously human, with all ten fingers and toes, as he approached the large football field sized crater in the middle of the desert and peered down into it, as if looking for something in particular.
But it didn't take him long to realize that whatever he was looking for, it wasn't there. Agent Smith would crouch down and place his hand on the ground, feeling the sand. It was still warm. He noticed the thick mud tracks leading away from the crash site, left behind by the armoured tanks, and the heavy transport trucks. He also noticed the presence of the military and a few stragglers from the radioactive response teams. Agent Smith was too late. The meteor he had come to inspect had already been loaded up and relocated. This was not what the Army should have done, but it was a common mistake among human beings on different planets throughout the universe, and Agent Smith was all too used to dealing with these kinds of situations. He wasn't even perplexed.
After a minute or two of inspecting the area, and realizing that his presence in the vicinity was beginning to draw attention, Agent Smith stood back up and approached the army general. With great authority, he told the general to gather up all of the soldiers and response team workers who had been down in the crater and to have them quarantined immediately before they returned to base. Nobody was allowed to leave the area. It was a matter of extreme importance and national security, for all of them, including the mech-suit workers, had likely just experienced a close encounter of the 3rd kind, and had possibly exposed themselves to more than just a little radiation from a crashing meteor. Both the army, and the response teams had to be protected now, even from themselves it seemed, as Agent Smith asked Director Aramaki where the meteor had been relocated to. It seemed like the detective might pull out some flashy memory-swiping device at any second. But that didn't happen.
Instead, the mysterious detective put his glove back on and lit another cigarette, walking back over to his vehicle. He didn't seem angry, excited, nervous, anxious, frightened or in a rush to go anywhere. Smith was immensely calm, as if he'd been working for The Agency in secret for quite some time. He opened the trunk of his 1969 Cadillac and grabbed a black combolock briefcase before shutting the trunk again. He set the black briefcase on the back of the trunk and stood in front of it, looking back over at the director and the general before opening it. He pulled out a syringe containing some mysterious bright blue liquid, and held it up to the light, examining it.
