“Sir?” Said a young man standing outside Calvin Goodman’s office.
“What the hell is wrong now?” Said Goodman, slowly looking up from a few documents.
“Sir, you now Jake Ives? Well they can’t exactly find his body in the wreckage of the car chase . . . Sir.” The kid said.
Goodman stared at him for a good long minute, his face slowly distorting into anger. “What do you mean, you can’t find his body?” He shouted.
“Exactly that, Sir. Ives is still alive.”
Goodman paused for a long moment, debating on what to do. He was head of the Extraterrestrial branch, code named U44.
“I want him in the front page of ever news paper, magazine, news-broadcast, and radio. I want everyone to get a good look at him. Tell ‘em he’s had a complete mental brake down, totally crazy and blood thirsty.”