Life!

It got in the way.
will write soon

from you favorite martian.

What do you mean an alien? A real live alien?

It only took one mention of the word alien to get Dr. Susan separated from her colleagues who were using one of the labrat computers to link up to Norad's Mainframe to run the DNA sequences.
"Are you sure it's an alien."
"No."
"Then why are we going?"
"Because Ricks said we should go."
They were back in the SUV. He was driving, fast. Susan was in the passenger seat hanging on to what he would have once called the "Oh shit" bar above her seat.
They had to very sour looking marines in the back seat and another 6 in a van following behind.
Ricks was taking no chances.
"Why is the alien at a hospital?" Susan asked "Watch out!'
The SUV careened between 2 cars who were crossing in front of them.
"Apparently the alien has been shot." Wilson grunted as he slammed the wheel to the right to avoid another car. A pair of police lights lit up his rear view.
Great.
Susan turns around in the seat.
"Is that the cops." she asks
"Not stopping."
"We aren't stopping?"
"Have you already forgotten the possible alien in the hospital?"
"Right."

Finding the hospital was easy. finding parking was easier as Wilson slid into the emergency room ambulance spot and put it in park. He turned to the marine behind him.
"Repark us somewhere convenient for exit strategy."
"Yes sir."
Then they were getting out, Wilson handed off the keys as Susan headed into the ER ahead of him.
Civilians.
The escort pulled up and he relayed his instructions to the driver before directing the 4 other marines to follow him inside.
And the ER was packed.

Well crap, this is going to end badly- Wilson had time to think when the screaming started.