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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2241214-Wisconsin-Encounter
Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Sci-fi · #2241214
A story about aliens in 1990's Rural Wisconsin.
December 7th, 1997, Rural Wisconsin. It was the early morning, around 3 AM and nothing out of the usual. A few State Police patrolling around the town. The Diner, called Minnie's was open with a few customers. And everyone else was at home. But today was be truly changing for the town. A large silver object seemed to be headed straight for the Earth below, but... it wasn't burning up in the Atmosphere like most meteoroids, no no, this was most defiantly not something made from simple space rock, no no it had to be a UFO. But was it even full of Aliens? Was it even meant for Earth? As the UFO was now being followed by a burning streak of fire coming from it, it crashed into a snow-covered plain, far from the highway. Surrounding the UFO were a few trees located on this plain. The nearest civilization would be a good 5, 6 miles. But if the aliens didn't take interest in the humans, the humans took interest in the aliens.

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"We have incoming!" The man shouted from his desk. Along the walls were large 90's-esque monitors, tracking this UFO.
"Another UFO? Show me it, show me!" The officer shouted. In a Joint Operation between the US Air Force, Federal Bureau of Investigation, and Central Intelligence Agency, they had begun tracking UFO's after there was a significant uptick in UFO sightings. This was no different, while the government had tracked the UFO's down, they hadn't found evidence of alien life on the ship. To them, the ships must've been abandoned before hitting the surface.
"Keep tracking it!" The officer shouted. "Wherever it lands, I want a lockdown of the state highways and roads for 5 Miles!" The officer soon left the tracking room, and headed for the garage, where he would be driven to the crash site.
"This may be one of the biggest breakthrough's we've had since this project started..." The Sergeant stated. The Lieutenant just gave him a look, stern perhaps.
"How far away is the crashsite?" The Lieutenant asked the Sergeant.
"About... 20 miles from here, and we have the Wisconsin State Patrol lockdown the area 5 miles around it?"
"Make it 7, I don't want extra leaks."
"Yes, sir." The Sergeant submitted as the Lieutenant stepped into the Black Ford.

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Two State Troopers walked into the arcade, met by the attendant. Their names were Andy Robertson, and Michael Durban. They were some of the more younger members of the local State Patrol Department, but still did their job accordingly. They both spent some of their off times at the local Arcade, called 'Starcade' in the small town of Frigate, Wisconsin.
"How you troopers doing?" The Attendant asked.
"Fine, Fine." Andy responded as he walked over to one of the gaming cabinets. He began playing his game, it was Street Fighter II, one of the best games ever made up to that point, and Andy was very good at it. Michael mainly practiced his driving skills with Daytona: USA. Sure, these were State Troopers in their mid 20's, but they at least wanted to feel young, and stay that way. As they were playing the door slung open, as if someone was walking in, but nobody was.
"That's weird..." Andy noticed. "Does the door swing open like that during strong winds?" It was rather windy outside, not usual for winter in rural Wisconsin.
"I don't think so..." The Attendant answered.
"Well... Must just be the wind." Andy replied as he walked over to the Air Hockey Table. He figured that practicing Air Hockey would be helpful, since every month the local department would hold an Air Hockey Tournament at the 'Starcade,' and Andy surely wanted to win this time. He began by grabbing the striker and puck, lining up the shot, and hitting the puck directly into the goal. It made a "Clang!" noise every time it hit the goal. As he went to reach for another puck, the puck he just hit magically began to float up in the air.
"What in the..." Andy was speechless.
"What?" Michael questioned.
"L-Look!" Andy said as the puck was magically placed down on the table.
"Holy..." Was Michael's only reply.
"It's floating!" The striker was then placed on the table, and magically hit the puck into the opposite goal.
"Is it a ghost?" The Attendant asked.
"I don't know..." Michael answered. "I'd expect a ghost to be more intelligent than this, it seems unfamiliar with Air Hockey..." Andy then took the puck and striker and slowly hit the puck towards the other, empty end of the Air Hockey Table. The striker then hit it back to Andy.
"I-I can't believe this..." Were the words last uttered by Andy.
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