Chapter 2 of Roswell Revisited 2014


Rob: Yeah, there must be hundreds of jagged pieces. The glare reflecting off the sun is almost blinding.

Mick: Where do you think all this metal came from?

Rob: It looks like something very large crashed here last night.

Mick: It’s that damned Air Force Base. They’re always testing some top-secret stuff over there.

Narrator: Rob picks up a few of the metal pieces and starts to examine them.

Rob: This stuff is weird Dad. It’s giving me the creeps. Its so flexible it’s unreal. Look Dad, I can roll a piece of this metal up until it’s a ball and it straightens itself right out again.

Narrator: Mick moves closer to Rob to get a closer look.

Mick: Look at the strange markings on this piece.

Rob It looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Mick: You’re talking way over my head son. I only went up to grade eight. Don’t worry though. Let’s put some of this stuff in a bag. I’ll take it to the sheriff tomorrow morning and see what he makes of it, but you can be sure I’m also going to ask him who’s going to clean up this mess on my ranch.

Rob: I forgot to tell you Dad. Last night we were sitting outside
Dwight’s place drinking beer when we saw this amazing flash of bright orange light in the sky. Then kaboom! We heard this deafening crash.

Mick: What you guys probably heard and saw was the light show from the Pink Floyd concert. They were playing in Albuquerque last night.

Rob: Dad this is 1947! Rock ‘n roll hasn’t even been invented yet.

Mick: Oh yeah, you’re right.

Narrator: Mick climbs into his old rusted pickup truck and heads for town. While he’s driving Rob turns on the radio and they start listening to Rick Black’s morning show.

Act One Scene Three:

Rick Black: Good morning, Roswell. I just got a call from Buford, one of the old guys we see sitting outside the general store every day. He said something about seeing some weird bright lights in the sky last night. Dewey also said something about a loud crash behind a hill.

Dwight Miller, Rick’s co-host: Well Rick, we all know that all those good old boys like to sit around and tell each other stories to pass the time. Let’s face it. They don’t have much else to do. I mean how many Carters Little Liver pills can you take in a day?

Rick: Right, or how many times can you rub Ben Gay on your old decrepit aching joints? But all the same, Buford sounded awful scared on the phone.

Dwight: Yeah, let’s not forget that secret base the Air Force has in the desert.

Rick: Area 51, you mean. Yeah , I’ve been hearing all kinds of rumors about weird experiments that they do there.

Act I Scene Four:

Narrator: After approximately a half hour’s ride, Mick Russell arrives at the sheriff’s office in the town of Roswell. He walks in and knocks on the door of Sheriff Elmer Pyle.

Sheriff Pyle: Howdy Nick? Watcha got in the bag there?

Mick: That’s the thing. I don’t know. That’s why I’m bringing it in to you. I only know that my ranch is covered with this stuff.

Narrator: Mick empties the bag on the Sheriff’s desk.

Sheriff Pyle: Wow, you weren’t kidding Mick. This stuff is weird. It looks and feels mighty creepy.

Narrator: The phone on the sheriff’s desk rings loudly.

Act Two Scene One:

Narrator: About 30 miles northwest of Corona, New Mexico an archeology professor and his students are out in the desert looking for dinosaur bones.

Michael: Professor, some harsh light is reflecting right in my eyes.

Prof. Stone: It’s probably coming from that silver object embedded in the hill about fifty yards away.

Robert: Can we go see what it is, sir?

Prof. Stone: Of course. From here it looks like some kind of aircraft that’s crashed. Let’s check if any passengers are injured.

Narrator: The professor and his young charges jog out to the hill.

Chris: Wow, what a weird looking aircraft. It’s shaped like a triangle.

Howie: This is getting too creepy for me, man. Let’s get out of here.

Professor Stone: Not until we check for injured passengers. Howie, if you ever expect to make it as an archaeologist you can’t keep wimping out like this.

Howie: Sorry sir, I forgot all about my civic duty.

Prof. Stone: It’s okay son. We all have our weak moments.

Michael: Over here guys. Check out what’s on the other side of this craft.

Chris: I don’t believe it. There’s two little men in silver suits just outside the craft.

Prof. Stone: I’m not so sure they’re human. Look at their unusually large heads and tiny bodies.

Howard: Whatever they are, they’re not doing too good right now. I can’t get a pulse on either one of these guys.

Michael: We probably can’t help those two, but let’s see if there’s anyone still alive inside the craft.

Narrator: Robert pries open the door of the cockpit with a crowbar. When he looks inside he sees two little creatures slumped into their seats. Chris gives one of the strange creatures in the silver suit a shake.

Chris: This little guys is as dead as the two outside the spacecraft.

Howie: Not this one though. Look his arm is trembling.

Robert: Howie is right. He’s still alive but he’s struggling to breathe.

Narrator: It isn’t long before a fire truck and ambulance arrive from behind the hill. A firefighter and paramedic get out of their vehicles.

Otis: You’re right Frank. It’s a plane crash all right.

Frank: Wow! What a mess. Hello boys. Did you find any survivors?

Prof. Stone: There appears to be only one survivor. Robert and Howie are both trying to get him out of the cockpit right now.

Chris: Wow! Two trained professionals to the rescue.

Otis: Well now, we’re not real firefighters and paramedics. We’re only volunteers. The mayor is too cheap to hire real professionals.

Frank: Don’t worry boys. Otis here is real good with a fire hose. And me, I watch medical shows like ER on t.v. all the time. I’ll go over to the ambulance and get the poor creature an oxygen tank.

Narrator: As Frank gets the oxygen tank and a mask for the surviving alien, the men hear the sound of a jeep pulling up to the crash site. General Kane and his assistant Private Enns get out to inspect the site of the crash.

General Kane: You boys can all leave now. The military will take charge from here. Private Enns put the oxygen equipment on the alien and help him walk to the jeep.

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