Bill had an ulterior motive for choosing Cantaloupe that day. His skin still prickled. It was more than just a feeling and was attributable the static charge the race emitted, that left the air tingling with electricity. The children referred to them as ‘Shadow People’. He knew them by another name – Indigenes.
He’d been waiting a long time to come face-to-face with one of them – two years to be exact. His role as Investigator for the World Government’s International Task Force division was a neat cover. This mission was mostly personal and he wouldn’t stop until he found out the truth.
He took another sip of coffee. The caffeine jolted his heartbeat into more feverous action, but it wasn’t as strong or as fast as before. The caffeine’s effect was wearing off, but his tremors were not. He didn’t expect them to until it was all over.
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