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From the crash site, Langan stared angrily at the helicopter. He called Groves over to him and pointed to it. “What the hell is that chopper doing?”
Groves looked at him blankly.
“Don’t mess with me, soldier,” he warned.
Groves pursed his lips and shuffled uncomfortably. “We think that an alien co-pilot crawled away from the wreckage.”
“What!!” Langan glowered. “When did you discover this?”
“I can’t say exactly, sir.”
“And it fell over the edge?”
“No sir. There’s a sinkhole or shaft. It must have crawled or fallen down. Too small for our men to climb down.”
“Tell Jackson I want that alien brought to me here,” Langan demanded.
“He’s already left, sir. The pilot’s got orders to meet Colonel Jackson back at the base.”
“He’s picked the wrong man to have a dick waving contest with,” Langan growled.