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couldn’t evade his mouth for long, and he bit into it with satisfaction.  There was a little ‘eemmpp’ and the icing stilled.
    Chewing happily, he glanced around, only to slow down when he saw the spaceship circling outside the glass dome.  Ice white in the blackness of space, it stood out like a periciles pimple on a dynstatic’s scaly arse. 
    “Repulsaens.”  Squiggy fastidiously waved his fingers over the damp air cleanser that emitted steam from the tube in the centre of their table.  “Nasty beasts.”
    “And what are they doing here?”  Cujo took another bite of cake, relishing the burst of peppermint on his tongue.  “They don’t usually travel so far.”
    “Who knows?”  Squiggy waved his hands through the dry warm air now emitted from the tube.  “Who cares?”
    Cujo watched as the spaceship docked through the ship landing pad.  Repulsaens weren’t his favourite alien, but they had their uses.  They’d provided him with information in the past.  But somehow their showing up in the more civilized areas of the Sector started him thinking.
    And thinking gave him ideas.
    And ideas galvanised him into action.
    It wasn’t long before he and Squiggy were in the cabin of his spaceship and flying through space at warp speed.  Their destination…
    ~*~
    Narc Military Research Space Station
    Narc Section Five
    Deep Space
     
    The meeting with the General wasn’t the highlight of Molly’s day.  In fact, she was wondering if it would have been preferable to stay in her tank – sorry, Life Support Pod - s nort - than be paraded in front of the General, the Colonel, and the Major.
    It hadn’t taken long for the men, resplendent in their spiffy uniforms – and only the Colonel had a green, scaly tinged skin – to inform Molly that her future was as yet undecided.  It appeared that her opinion didn’t really count.  Molly had started off thanking them and being all nice, but any effort on her part was fast disintegrating.  Very fast.  A few more insightful and impassive words from the mighty leaders and then poof! – all gloves were off.  Niceties came to a grinding halt on Molly’s part.  On the leaders’ part there had been no effort to be nice at all.  Just polite.
    In hindsight, calling the General a pompous arse probably wasn’t a bright move.  She really had to do something about her temper.  Still, it was five thousand years too late, so why bother starting now?
    Give the General his due, he simply looked at her as though she were a mozzie and stated, in his dry voice, “It is understandable that a female of your time would be upset.  However, being a pure human and alive, it was imperative that we got to you first and brought you here into our safekeeping.”
    “Gosh, thanks,” Molly said.
    “Now we have you, decisions need to be made.”
    “That’s a bit of late thinking, isn’t it?” 
    Silence filled the room.  Okay, Molly should probably be grateful, but she was getting more irritated by the minute.  And downhearted.  Hell, they’d unearthed her, now they didn’t know what to do with her?  It was more like the politics and science back home every day.  Get something, then go – ‘oh shit, now what?’ 
    Like she was some kind of object to be handled, studied and placed safely away.
    That thought made her suddenly nervous.  “You’re not going to lock me away, are you?”
    The Colonel eyed her like an unsavoury bug.  “We don’t do things that way.”
    “So I’m free to go?”
    “No.”
    “Prisoner?”
    “No.”
    “But not free.”
    “No.”
    “Sounds like a prisoner to me.”
    “You’re here under our supervision while decisions are made.”
    They had just gone full circle.  Again.  Molly sighed. 
    “We have been updated by Dr Surnace on your health.  Your character…well…” The General studied the screen on his desk.  “No doubt there will be some issues.”
    “You think?”
    “It’s not thinking, it’s knowing.”