Prologue: Men in black
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Georgia Thatcher stood up from her chair after hearing a knock on her door.
It’s probably the take-out
She thought as she opened the door without looking at the peephole. Opening the door revealed two men.
“Georgia Thatcher?” asked one of the men,wearing what appeared to her as a designer suit. He had a light brown complexion. Taking his sunglasses off revealed light hazelnut eyes. Georgia was sure he had both hispanic and european descent..
“ah,uhm yes,” she answered meekly as he smiled, to her who had little interaction with the opposite gender ,besides work, his smile was equivalent to a famous male model of sorts.
“May we come in?” he asked as he softly pushed his way into the living room. She then followed him attempting to stop him.
“N no, stop, you can’t.” she said without conviction as he looked around her small home.
“Huh. that’s strange.” he said after observing the room
“Wa what is?” she asked, scared of being criticized by the young handsome man.
“Well it’s so nice and organized. It goes against the standard for a famous conspiracy theorist. You’d imagine the house would be filled with articles and stuff,plastered on the walls.”
She was unsure of what to reply. Unable to discern whether she was complemented or indirectly insulted.
“We’re not here to look at her home decor.” said the second man. Georgia finally took notice and turned around to look. The man with red hair and a face filled with freckles stood in front of the doorway as if protecting the entrance way. He was big even when compared to the taller than average Hispanic man. He looked similar to an american football player, with large muscles bulging out from his suit. A less tighter suit would have suited him better she thought.
“Hmm I suppose so.” said the hispanic man “Right then we’re from an Ad agency.”
Georgia ignored the rest of the words directed at her. ‘were from the Agency’ was all she heard. Two men wearing suits and pairs of sunglasses. They were that weren’t they? The men in black. Government agents who silenced anyone with evidence of extraterrestrial life. The very notion that one of her theories was correct elated her. She was excited and a bit nervous but not that fearful. The 1st agent didn’t carry a serious air like his partner. If anything the tall ginger-man fit the bill more as a man in black. They didn’t carry a sense of threat though. This was an achievement of sorts for a ufologist like her.
“Hello. Georgia, you there?” he waved his hands in front of her.
“Yes!” she screamed to attention. The light tanned man sighed.
“Let’s start over...My name is Mac and that tall fellow over there is Lucy.”
“Lucy?” she asked
“That’s right, it’s short for Lucifer.” smiled Mac
“Then you’ve come to silence me?” she asked
Mac shook his head. “ Like I said we’re from an ad agency.” He put his hand inside his suit in order to take out an envelope. He set a large brown envelope on the living room coffee table. Georgia thought she caught a glimpse of a handgun holster inside his suit Jacket.
“These images were given to us by unknown entities and In order to promote our new movie. We’d like you to bring it into the media’s attention.” Mac said as Georgia looked at the photographs.
“Are these real?” she asked
“I wonder.” Mac said as he looked at the ceiling.
“I can’t do this, ” she answered while returning the envelope to Mac.
“Well, you will be getting paid so…I’m sure you need the money”
Even with the books she wrote and the tv appearances, Georgia barely made enough money to support herself. Her research always treated as a joke by the academia. Maybe she should give up on this and listen to her mother. Find a man; settle down. Georgia didn’t even have a real degree.
"Veritas est adaequatio rei et intellectus," said Mac
“What?” she asked depressingly
“Truth is the correspondence of a thing to the intellect”
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She shook her head unable to understand
“Pre-modern astronomers argued that the earth was not flat. That planet earth was not the center of the universe. At the time I’m sure that was seen as pseudoscience.”
He sat down on the sofa.
“Phrenology at the time was seen as a real science but these days it's classified as a pseudoscience but it helped neurology become what it is today.”
Her facial expression said something like what?
“Ugh. How do I say it. Uhm. The definition of science is the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment…. god that’s a mouthful huh. In layman terms or more like, my definition of science is the understanding of stuff.”
She looked at him.
“I’m confusing you, aren’t I?”
“Eh, we well kinda.” she gestured
“We didn’t come here for chit-chat.” said Lucy off to the side
Mac sighed.
“Right then,” he turned to her “ In summary don’t give up, yeah?”
He stood up as Lucy moved to open the door.
“Here's my card,” said Mac as he gave Georgia a business card. It lacked his name and contact info instead displaying The company's name PEITHO Advertising with a single office number at the bottom.
1(800)-937-2543
Both men then exited her apartment.
15 minutes earlier
“Why do we have to deal with this? We should let the old geezers do it.” He said as he pulled into the parking space.
“We have our orders, Elliott.” said the Large ginger man sitting on the passenger side.
“Ah come on Taylor. This is boring. We should be out there in the field.” said Elliot as he ran his fingers through his black hair.
Taylor stepped out of the car. “We are in the field,Elliot.”
Elliott turned off the engine and followed suit.
“ You know what I mean.”
They began to walk into the apartment complex.
“Looking through her internet history revealed an erotica she wrote.” Said Taylor while walking, side to side with Elliot.
Elliot turned to look at Taylor “And?”
“ The story was about a man in black pushing down a conspiracy theorist in order to silence her.”
Elliot raised an eyebrow “By pushing down you mean that ?”
Taylor nodded “ Well it is erotica.”
“What a weird fantasy.” Elliot mumbled
“And so it was decided it’d be easier to convince her with two handsome young men at her door.”
“Pfft” Elliot tried to contain his laughter “Look I don’t know about me but you look like someone took Ron weasley’s head and put it on terry crews’s body. Not exactly a handsome combination.”
Taylor’s face remained expressionless.
“Oh don’t take it so hard. I’m just fucking with you.” said Elliot
A moment of silence followed as they continued walking to their destination.
“So what name are you going with this time?” asked Taylor, breaking the silence
“Hmm.” Elliot looked at his surroundings and spotted a young woman eating a big mac on a veranda while looking at the screen of an apple laptop.
“You can call me Mac. What about you Taylor?”
“I don’t really need one. It’s gonna be a one time thing anyways.”
Elliot frowned
“It’ll be quick and easy anyways, Elliot. In and out in less than five minutes.”
“Don’t complain if I give you a name then.”
They both stood in front of an apartment door. Elliot knocked and from the corner of his eye he caught the woman on her laptop staring at them. Elliot nudged taylor and gestured with his eyes at their observer. Inconspicuously Taylor looked and slightly nodded to let Elliot know he understood.
The apartment door was opened.
“Georgia Thatcher?”