Senior Trip (AU CC Mature) (Complete)

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As the weekly JCS staff meeting began Lieutenant Robert Anderson noted that the agenda was unusually short. Whenever this happened, the intel people tended to lengthen their portion. The intel brief was a routine part of each meeting covering hot spots and other areas of concern around the world, but they would generally have one item at the last that was interesting or unusual...if not a world-shaking event. As Bob saw the twinkle in LtCol Billingsley's eye as he approached the end of the regular brief, he assumed that he'd have something special. He wasn't disappointed.

"Lieutenant Anderson asked us to look for a drug-runner base near Cabo the other day...and the KH-13 got us some very interesting video."

The KH-13 video had somewhat distorted color...a giveaway to those familiar with the highly classified reconnaissance satellite that the images were originally filmed at night in infra-red, computer modified for more normal viewing. The briefer continued, "The car parked here is a Lincoln Town Car... the person infiltrating in to the area here.." and the magnification jumped to show a somewhat stunning blonde ...albeit in somewhat unearthly colors due to the computer enhancement... just as she entered the hut, "..we were later able to track down as Isabel Evans...at least, that was her name at the time. The vehicle she had actually belonged to the syndicate...although Miss Evans herself was another Roswell High School student."

"What's she doing going there?" asked the CNO.

"Well sir, she is apparently intending to rescue her boyfriend...they were married about four hours later, according to our young lieutenant's girlfriend, Jenny Bradley."

"I'll thank you to leave my love life out of this.." said Bob.

"But that's what this all appears to be about, Lieutenant. Now you'll note while Miss Evans is freeing her boyfriend, over here we have the two former captives, Miss DeLuca and Miss Parker, returning to the scene of their captivity...apparently having the same idea of rescuing Mr. Whitman that the attractive young Miss Evans has."

"Returning to...or being returned to? They seem to be in police custody...and the guards waved them past the checkpoint there," noted the Army Chief of Staff.

"Oh, those aren't really policemen. The two owners of those uniforms are right now welded into a dumpster half full of fish guts...back in Cabo. The police believed them to have been welded into it at least, but we got a sample of that 'weld' again through the efforts of Miss Bradley...handy girl there Lieutenant, you might not want to let her get away...and according to the materials lab at Kirkland AFB, the metal had flowed together, with a common crystalline structure...like it had been cast that way originally. But I digress. The real occupants of the uniforms, Maxwell Evans...brother to the young lady now in the hut, and Michael Guerin...their childhood friend, are about to go back to see those guards at the checkpoint. It turns out that these two other Roswell students...as well as Miss Evans, were all orphans...found in the desert near Roswell 12 years ago."

Bob noted the Air Force Chief of Staff noticeably became more intense at the last. When the powerblasts knocked out the guards..everyone's mouth dropped except his...he wore a big smile.
"Son of a bitch," said the Air Force Chief. "The lab people said the pods couldn't keep them in stasis forever. That someday they'd have to bring the embryos to term, before the power ran out. Son of a bitch..."

The Chairman of the JCS noticed Bob's puzzled look. "Lieutenant...you need to read up on an old Army Air Corps report...on the Roswell saucer. It's highly classified but I think you probably now have a need to know."

They all watched Alex and Isabel's flight from the house...saw her circle back after Alex sent her away...watched her club the two pursuers..

"Now that's going to leave a mark," said the Marine Corps chief, chuckling as the chorro cactus skeleton laid the two pursuers low.

The intel officer smiled, "Well....right now that young man is going to get the surprise of his life....of course, that's nothing compared to what happens to Miguel here...."

"Wow....don't mess with the Roswell High senior class.... She shredded that guy," chuckled the JCS Vice. "Beautiful...and lethal too.... and you say they were married four hours later? That's one hell of a fortunate young man there..."

"Ah, but the plot thickens....Mr. Velez arrives with his troops..."

The JCS staff sat in awe as the aliens opened up on the drug smugglers...noting Maria fleeing in terror from the firing...only to be brought back by Velez himself. They watched Michael defend the others, unable to powerblast for fear of hurting her. As they saw Maria struggle...spin inside the grip of Velez and knee him savagely in the groin, the men all winced in unison. "That had to hurt...," said the Army Chief of Staff. As Maria dropped to the ground and Michael powerblasted the upper torso of Velez into nothingness, the Marine Corps Chief managed to sound somewhat philosophical about the whole event.
"I'm sure it hurt, but at least not for very long..."

They watched as Max completed the healing of Alex while Maria clung to the injured Michael protectively, wiping back her own tears and kissing him until Max could finally cure Michael as well.
"Those two have a sort of strange relationship. They seem to argue a lot...but the girl kicked her own room-mate out three nights later to spend the night with him. Not that the other girl seemed to care...she and the male alien were engaged the next morning...probably engaged throughout most of the night as well, unless I miss my guess."

"So there are three aliens, then?" asked Bob?

The support officers didn't sit at the table, they were in chairs lining the wall. The JAG officer thought it time to chime in.

"Well, technically, they aren't aliens at all, Lieutenant. The Supreme Court hasn’t exactly been forthcoming on when life begins, but if they came to the US as embryos and are now almost adults, they almost certainly are US citizens. And they all have valid birth certificates and adoption papers, just like every other foundling child in the US. Both of the males are even registered with Selective Service..... I don't think we can really consider them aliens at all."

"But what about what they did.." Bob asked in confusion.

The JAG officer continued. "Well, I didn't really see any crimes...at least, not crimes that we'd care to do anything about. Their violence was all done in self defense. They left the two guys they got the uniforms from alive...the two guards in the car alive...the two the young lady knocked out alive...granted, the young Earth girl got a little bit wild destroying the base and burning the fuel after her alien boyfriend there took one in the gut...but Geez....they were a bunch of drug runners, for cripes sake. And the girl who went in to get her boyfriend out...the two who are now married...they were the ones who gave the evidence to Lance Corporal Johnson about all those pedophiles...the Justice department is going to nail several hundreds of the bastards. No...it's hard to see any crimes being committed here by the kids from Roswell...a least not against any human beings. Besides...even if they were aliens...it would be a customs and immigration issue..not really ours."

"So we are going to do what...just ignore this?" asked Bob Anderson.

"Not exactly..." said the Chief of Staff.

It would be two weeks later that Lieutenant Bob Anderson and Lance Corporal Arturo Johnson would show up at Michael's small apartment and show the disk of images taken by the KH-13 satellite to a suddenly very protective Maria and a suspicious Michael. Only the comforting presence of Arturo who Michael knew to have already protected Maria once kept the situation from escalating.

As Michael would move in front of Maria, determined to protect her at all costs, he'd ask the two military personnel what they wanted. Bob and Arturo would smile before Bob said, "Have either of you considered the advantages of an ROTC scholarship in assisting you in your post graduation educational goals?"

Michael and Maria would be married before class started. The two kids who always believed there must be something better out there than Roswell New Mexico would serve one tour each, Michael leading a Seal Team working for Bob, Maria in Naval Intelligence. They’d become good friends with Bob and his wife Jenny, but during their tour they’d realize that there were a whole lot of places in the world worse than Roswell New Mexico.

They’d return home to Roswell six years after graduating from UNM and join their friends and family…staying in the Reserves for the next twenty years and occasionally going out and doing a few interesting things in the military reserve, but once the kids were born, Roswell became a real nice place to raise a family.

Max and Liz would return too, after completing medical school. Kyle would be a highly successful NFL quarterback for four years before blowing out his knee completely and being forced into retiring. Max would fix the knee shortly after Kyle, Tess, and the three kids returned to Roswell.

Alex and Isabel and their two kids would spend five years in Menlo Park, as Alex did computer engineering for a for-profit organization run by Stanford University during the week and played guitar on weekends. He too would patent some technology, and he and Isabel would decide they wanted to raise the kids in Roswell, not San Francisco. They'd move back...to the great joy of both sets of grandparents.

It would take almost 15 years before all four of the podsters were back in Roswell, but ultimately they’d all be together..and they’d all be happy.

Considering how well the trip to Cabo ultimately worked out…well, it’s really unfortunate the person who thought it up never got elected to Student Council, but that’s life sometimes….

The End