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News items crammed the bulletin board in the Transatlantic UFO Networks (TRUFON) local office. Gregory Houseman, the thirty-five-year-old good-looking stranger Jan had spotted in the Half Moon car park, studied them carefully.
Dan and Jake, two young UFO buffs, sat at a large table strewn with genre magazines and empty polystyrene coffee cups, hard at work on their laptops. Gregory turned to them.
"It's all old news on here. Thought there was a flap?"
Dan looked up. "According to a highly-placed source, we're supposed to be experiencing a surge of UFO-related activity." He raised his fingers as inverted commas. "The cops are on red alert, which means they're doing nothing."
"So if you've got everything from LITS to CE4s, it's all too hush-hush to put up on the board," Gregory smiled
