Heiser-The-Facade - Sparkling Eyes

Brian could see the faint hue reflecting off the floor of the hangar directlyunderneath the end of one of the triangle's tips. He nodded with recognition, recalling theanti-gravity propulsion unit of the craft they'd been in earlier."How fast will we be going?" Father Benedict asked nervously, still apprehensiveof the technology."You'll be in Maryland in about twenty minutes. By the way, Dr. Scott, if youthink this one is large, you should see the ones they have," he said cockily, enjoying thestupefied expression of his young adversary. "We're putting you on a cargo flight," headded, turning to Father Benedict and Melissa. "We don't like to make unnecessary trips–our way of trimming the federal deficit," he droned facetiously. "Hope you don't mind."None of them answered, absorbed by the immensity of the sight."Good . . . some people prefer the sportier model," he smirked. "Dr. Hastings isalready aboard; have a nice flight.""We need to talk," Melissa informed Brian in a hushed tone, her eyes dartingabout the cabin so as to judge her volume. Both Father Benedict and Dr. Hastings wereseated a short distance from them and were already engaged in conversation. "We onlyhave a few minutes before we arrive," she reminded him."I think I know what's on your mind," he whispered. "The bodies?"She nodded."Hold on. Andrew should hear this.""Don't bother him; you can always tell him what I said." "He wouldn't feelbothered.""No," she persisted, then hesitated as she appeared ready to explain."Why not?""I'm just not comfortable around him," she admitted. "He doesn't like me; that'sfor sure.""It's true—he doesn't trust you. Can you blame him?""No, but that isn't it altogether."Brian looked at her curiously."There's something else about him . . . I can't put my finger on it.""Women's intuition?""That and his own words. You know, he threatened me out-side your hospitaldoor just before I came in to see you.""You're joking.""Hardly. I never told you about that until now, so how did you know he doesn'ttrust me?""We talked while you went back to your room.""Do you trust me?" she looked at him earnestly."Yes," he reassured her. "Now tell me what's on your mind. What was it about thecorpses that left you unconvinced?""The fact that they may have been human, for starters.""What!" he gasped. She motioned for him to keep his voice down."How can you say that?""You figured out part of it on your ownat least that's what245