Mordane76 said:
"То немного зарвавшими вас, не оно," Frida responds, then takes a larger than normal sip of her drink. "Существования от космоса приходят вплоть до говорят нам мы не выдвинуто достаточно, после того как немного людей начинают показ новые способности. Не было бы более лучше наблюдать мы и видеть как мы делаем, прежде чем вы начинаете отрезать в головки людей? Вы никогда не знаете - мы могли удивить вас, и вы могли выучить что-то.
Translation:
1. That's a little presumptuous of you, isn't it?
2. Aliens come down to tell us we aren't advanced enough, after a few people start displaying new abilities. Wouldn't it be better to watch us and see how we do, before you start cutting into people's heads? You never know - we might surprise you, and you might learn something.
“Presumptuous?” the gray humanoid replies.
The second humanoid speaks, “Not in the slightest, your species is very much in its infancy; you have yet to mature to a level that could be considered above animalistic in general terms. Perhaps in another 600,000 years of time in your reckoning you may be ready for this, but now your species are far too fragile. It is for the best; now please you must come with us,” the creature holds out his hand, “we can help you.”
Jan
Amanda steps back, “I apologize, I believe I pricked you harder then expected,” she holds a small crystalline cylinder filled with a red liquid in the center. It glimmers slightly, and then fades from sight.
“Please relax Jan, you are not in danger,” she replies trying to take his hand, “I am only trying to help you.”
Gordon
Gordon bends space and allows his perceptions to through that fluctuation into time and space to see four men with dark glasses and long dark trench coats over black suits standing outside his door. A black sedan is parked out front, and the sky is gray and somewhat overcast. The person knocking is an African-American woman, attractive in her late twenties with a similar trench coat and black top and skirt, comfortable cut, and conservative.
Gordon notices that she glances slightly to the point in space he is viewing from.
Jason
Alan rolls away from the girl, tears in his eyes mixed with blood, not his own though as Jason gets closer. The girl lies on her back with a bullet wound in her forehead, as she stares glassy eyed at the sky.
Alan looks at Jason, “Oh my god… oh my god… oh my god…” he rambles over and over again.
Charles speaks again, “Jason step away from the girl… trust me soldier; she isn’t what she seems… get Alan and get your ass over here… these things don’t go down that easy. Trust me… you have thirty seconds.”
Samantha
“Who would I tell… I guess my parents maybe; maybe a good friend. I know some people are afraid of them but so what, I mean you would be the coolest person ever if you could do that stuff. I wish I could do that stuff, I mean they are weird but to have that kind of freedom would be so awesome… don’t you think?” Jennifer asks.