The conversation lasted two words. Alien Origin.
The scientist was shot in the head after his pronouncement. The trail brought to a halt. The military chief hearing the evidence verified, used his own pistol and was returning it to his pocket and issuing orders for the body to be removed when he received a very unexpected call.
His wife. She knew not to ever call him at work. But from the tone of her voice after she had finally been put through, something was seriously wrong at home.
Ordinarily anything to do with his work, was the priority. But not when it came to his daughter Callie, she was his soft spot.
He was in a dilemma.
For the first time in his life, indecisive, hesitant knowing that each second in delay could cost him his family or else his professional standing.
Fifteen minutes later he realised he was still standing on the spot where the scientist had fallen.