What was that about a Chicklet?

How does one find a bright yellow rubber ball that is not a bright yellow rubber ball?
He probably was hallucinating Wilson thought as he wove through the geeks in yellow environment suits.
Still it was better that sitting around watching the science nerds go bonkers over DNA. Finally he spotted what he was looking for.
"Sergeant?" The Operations Officer asked as Wilson came up.
"Not much to report sir, the Science Ne- Scientists say they have found that the subject is missing a DNA strand." Wilson said as he came to attention, hands behind his back.
"I guess, considering what I know about you Wilson, that would not seem like much." The officer, Ricks on the nametag, looked back to the reports he was reading on the makeshift desk that sat outside the hermetically sealed Military Transport with big bio-medical symbols on the sides and tons of warning notices around each entrance, Wilson itched to look inside.
"The subject stated that a the labrats removed a ball of light from his possession."
"Yes. The lab rats have it squirreled away in that tin can." Ricks said as he jerked his thumb backwards.
"Any idea what it is, sir?'
"Not a clue- but don't tell the General that when he debriefs you."
"The General is coming?"
"No he will call via Com-Sat in about an hour."
A private ran up and saluted, then handed Ricks a folded note. Ricks read it, frowned then looked at the private.
"When did this come in?"
"0700 hours, Sir."
"Well, this is worth looking into." Ricks looked at Wilson and nodded. "Carry on Private.
The private saluted and began to pivot when Ricks added.
"Send me Reilly and his squad. I have a job for them..'
The private saluted again, nodding even as he said "yessir!"
Wilson raised an eyebrow.
Ricks leaned back in his chair then reconsidered it and leaned forward onto his elbows.
"Sergeant, we have intercepted a private radio call from the locals to an area hospital concerning a gunshot victim."
"Is that important sir?" Wilson shrugged.
"Normally it wouldn't save that the locals switched off their regular channel probably to avoid anyone overhearing that. However, what has attracted our interest, is that fact that the Deputy at the ER is reporting that an alien has been admitted."
"I see..."
"I need you to bounce down there, take Dr. Susan,,, whatever with you and try to find out if there is any truth to what deputy dog just called in."
"Yes sir."
"And Sergeant?'
"Yes sir?"
"Make sure you are discreet." Ricks saluted.
"I am always discreet Sir." Wilson said even as he saluted Ricks back.

Well this is certainly better than a Chicklet. 

What happened to Fijbold?

This world was strange. If Fijbold had the benefit of having lived the human experience he would have found some humor in that apparent fact.
Fijbold wasn't human by any stretch of the imagination. For that matter he knew that he was not even a he no matter what his (mind) kept telling him that was supposed to be.
Fijbold tried for probably the hundredth time to remember what he/she/it had been like before. Fijbold decided he wanted to think of himself as it.
It stopped and looked around. The landscape was the same ugly green thing that Kymat had called grass. Fijbold wanted the air to be....wetter? Yes, wetter was what it wanted. Everything need to be wetter. Fijbold continued to stand in the dry space wanting the wetness that filled his memories to become a reality.
The wetness came. Slowly his skin felt slick and he opened his eyes (a very strange and foreign concept) and looked up into the (sky). The wetness was falling down to the dry place.
Fijbold smiled and spread his appendages wide welcoming the first familiar thing.
Something begin to hurt and it knew that a wave of euphoria was less ecstatic as it was picked up from the ground and flung backwards down into the green things that were all around him.
The wetness was on him, then a ugly human thing blocked his vision and it gave over to the darkness.


"What is that?" Dr. Phil Stone said as the EMT's wheeled in the thing on the gurney.
"Not sure Doc." The EMT spoke as he handed his clipboard over to Stone as his partner paired up the gurney with one from the ER. Several ER personnel rushed over  to help with the transfer.
"Dispatch said the 911 operator got a call from a "concerned citizen" who said two guys in a rusty pickup dumped it on the side of Hickleberry Lane."
"Hickleberry?' Stone asked looking at the scribbled notes on the form that was attached to the clipboard.
"Private road near the I-40 exit to Crossville."
"Oh. Hell." Stone looked at the "man" on the gurney. "I can see your point."
"Yeah. Okay, here we go." The EMT straightened and Stone finally took note of his name. Parker.
"One gunshot wound to the chest area. Lucky for him it had to be at least 20 yards away." Parker pointed the the multiple red stains across the ruin of the man's chest. "Definite penetration but apparently not enough to kill him."
"Shotgun?" Stone said looking back at the form. "Obviously. Hmmm."
"Yes, I see you have noticed that too." Parker said.
Stone squinted at the form. There was a lot of erasing and cross out marks on the form.
"What is all this?" he asked after a moment as he followed the ER staff as they wheeled into OR2.
"This is where it gets bizarre." Parker said but then waited until the ER staff with them moved off to start up equipment. "I am not sure how to put this-"
"Put what exactly?" Stone asked glancing from the chart back to the man on the gurney.
Parker leaned in close.
"That guy lying there is not like any guy I have ever worked on." Parker said, sucked on his lip and then said.
"He ain't human Doc."

"What do you mean not human?"
"I can't explain it. But when I got his shirt open his chest was moving around in a very un-human was and by the time we were halfway here- his skin opened up and kind of spat out the pellets that had been inside him."

Parker signaled to his partner who held up a ziplock bag with several dozen bloody objects that Stone accepted to be shotgun pellets.
Parker looked a bit sick.
"What?" Stone asked dreading what was coming next.
Parker pressed his hands against his forehead then stopped and stripped off his bloodied latex gloves.
"There's something that looks a lot like salt water in each of the wounds."
"No shit?"

"No shit."