Abigail Area 51 Novels & Stories

Warg My brother tried to get in touch with me through a mind link just as I was about to leave the office to go to the damn torture lunch. There is no effing way to do that. Only my mind link is able to get all the way to New York City; his can’t. He is exerting a lot of effort to get inside my head, but I am letting him. ‘Abigail is in NYC. She has been keeping an eye on you the whole time.

She always had an unusual curiosity toward the unknown and dangerous. Brigail gave herself a good chiding the second time she caught herself thinking of Eli Michealson. When they got to the actual perimeter of Area 51, where a sign read "use of deadly force authorized," Brigail couldn't help but laugh at its dark humor. They were on their way back to Vegas when Jimmy started talking more about himself and less about the aliens. "I'm an orphan," Jimmy said suddenly. "Like you." Brigail turned to him, surprised. "How do you know I'm an orphan?"

A sense of urgency came upon me as I prompted her to lead me there. Soon we got to Mabel's old room and I remembered the time I saw her crying in her bed with Abigail comforting her. I wondered if she even meant it or it was all just a pretense. "After you told me about what her father said," Abigail began, "I decided to check her room and I found this under her bed." Getting closer, I saw the drawings. How she had etched the markings of the territory in great detail. I saw sightings of The Underground, a place called The Barracks and even Sector three.

Not this time. Abigail’s phone bings with a text message. She looks at the screen. “Aaron is saying to meet in the field near the old Miller canning factory on Wilson Street just 5 miles off exit 58. I’ll put the address in the GPS.” “Okay, we’ve just past exit 51, so it won’t be much further.” “Good, I’m suddenly starving,” she says, patting her stomach. “Yeah, I could go for a juicy steak about now.”