He’d seen plenty of people on television claiming to have seen or experienced such things, but had always scoffed at the rubbish they spouted as either hoaxes or the fruit of overactive imaginations. He figured a lot of what was claimed was the work of con artists hoping to find some way to capitalize on the inherent gullibility of a third of the population. But his convictions were getting a little shaky now, as the evidence hanging before his eyes was indefeasible. He sat woodenly at the controls of his boat, awestruck, still staring wide-eyed at the extraordinary, hulking craft floating effortlessly over the water. It was several long moments before he shook off the trance-like stupefaction that had seized him and spurred himself to action. He reached for the night vision binoculars on the seat next to him. He raised the device to his eyes and focused it on the beings traversing the wide swath of spillway near the saucer. They were certainly not little green men. The people loading their cartons of contraband into the saucer were human in every way.
