Of course, he didn't need the entire thing; only a few grams of powder would be enough. It seemed a waste to grind the entirety of such a large sample down to powder, though, so James paid a visit to the gem cutting tool in the alchemy shop. The shopkeeper taught him how to use it, then went back to the counter to mind the rest of the store while James removed the sample from his bag, glancing over his shoulder first to make sure nobody was watching.
James: "Well, here goes."
Back home, he set the gem on a table in the corner of Faye's old room, which he had converted into a study.
* contraband - life imprisonment
* radioactive? (sounds like a LIE, search more)
* little info available, need access to science facility
* research of dr wayne miller
* radioactive but not harmful to humans - I KNEW IT
* signal-boosting capabilities
* highly flammable - keep away from heat
* government stockpiles - where?
That night, after James had gone to bed, a figure in a spacesuit approached the house. While at first glance the figure might be mistaken for a man, closer inspection revealed that it most definitely was not.
Surprised, the alien turned and looked at the human.
Alien: "I have translation software. I can understand you."
Greg: "Well, that's good, because I sure don't speak alien!"
He cracked himself up at that, recovering after a few moments; the alien continued to stare at him, seeming very confused.
Greg: "I'm Greg Woods, do you have a name?"
Alien: "I am called Zharor Thobanob."
Zharor: "Is that amusing?"
Greg: "Tee-hee. Throbin-nob."
Greg: "Oh, I misheard. Well, let's just call you Bob."
Zharor: "No, my name is Zha-"
Greg: "So, Bob! What brings you to our fine corner of the galaxy?"
Greg: "I sure have! My son was carrying around something just like that earlier today. I think he might have given it to the science lab, though, I heard him talking to himself about some Dr. Wayne Miller guy. You don't think he stole it from you, did you?"
Zharor: "The theft was not the work of a child. You are quite certain of that name?"
Greg: "Sure am!"
Zharor: "Then I am eternally grateful to you. Please, enjoy your time of rest, and forget that I was ever here."
Greg: "Aww, you're just going to leave? You haven't even experienced what we have to offer on this planet!"
Zharor: "I am afraid that I must continue my search."
Greg: "Just five minutes! Here, I'm going to show you a special talent of mine. I might not have those fancy gadgets of yours, but I know a few tricks, don't you worry. Now, just let me align my mystical energies..."
He started waving his hands through the air. Confused, yet somehow intrugued, Zharor leaned towards Greg, watching the movement of his hands.
With no warning, his left hand shot across to Zharor's face, covering him from chin to forehead.
Greg: "I see great things ahead for you, Bob! The love of your life waits for you, but you must defeat a great-wait, why are you running away? Aw, nuts."
The next morning, James came downstairs for breakfast to find Greg sitting smugly on the sofa. This was usually a cause for concern, so James sat down carefully next to him.
James: "Dad? What's going on?"
Greg responded in an annoying sing-song tone that James hadn't heard since the elementary school playground.
Greg: "I know something you don't know!"
Greg: "Nope! You have to guess!"
James: "Dad, you know there's no way I'm going to guess it. Just tell me."
Greg: "Alright, well, last night I met an alien. Right outside our house!"
James stared at him, momentarily speechless. Greg took that as a sign that he should keep talking.
Greg: "Someone had stolen some important crystal from him, and he wanted it back. I told him about that one you had-"
James: "I can't believe you're my father! How can you be so stupid?"
James stormed out of the room and up the stairs, slamming the door to his study behind him.
Upstairs, James stopped dead as he noticed the crystal. It was definitely bigger than yesterday. He didn't know that it could do that. He didn't like not knowing things.
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Please ignore the holiday lights still being up in spring. I did a fail.
Oh, Greg. You just had to go and palm read that alien, didn't you? If they decide to invade, it's all your fault.
I think this might just be my favorite picture of Greg ever. The smug look on his face is pure gold.