An Alien Rescue by Gordon Mackay Page A

disappearance, intending to tell him absolutely everything, as demanded.
    “They were posted as missing one of your Earth years ago. We know your return was a success, you are the living evidence for that part of the mission, but Frell’s craft never returned to the Mothership. There has never been any other contact with her or Drang from the moment you were deposited back on Earth.”
    He listened carefully, trying to link what he remembered to what he was hearing.
    “How did you know I had been returned? I’m aware I’m standing in front of you, but how did you know I was back on Earth?” He was wizening to the implications there were might be methods of tracking him and wondered what they might be.
    Oh dear , she thought. It had crossed her mind it might occur to him there were methods of knowing where he was and the troubled possibility he might ask.
    With a slight hesitation in her voice, and a hint of visual nervousness shown by her blinking eyes and her unsteady body language, she began her explanation. “There is an implant within your brain.” She had said it quietly, but with caution. She was unsure how he would react. It had been known for other humans to be told the same with them going quite mad at the news, eventually taking their own life. Some people can handle the information and accept it without too much fuss, whereupon others… just couldn’t.
    “When was it inserted?” he asked with a very large measure of uncertainty as to whether he really wanted to know.
    “When you were young, during the time you were initially picked-up and tested for potential gene viability. It’s a simple process and doesn’t interfere with your normal functions.”
    This reply gave him a lot to think about, things he had never considered before. “How were you able to know when I would be on the Isle of Skye? I mean to say, it seems you were already in position to pick me up. Come to think of it, you were ready to pick me up!. You were here waiting for me!”
    Belinda’s orders included the knowledge that this amount of realisation might happen as circumstances began to unfold and she should be as truthful, open and as honest as possible. There was to be no hiding any details, for if truths were to be hidden or twisted and he found out he would never trust their kind again and an extremely valuable donor would be lost forever.
    “The implant can be used to exert small influences upon you too. For instance, the feeling you wanted to return to the Isle of Skye was influenced. We couldn’t initiate when you would go, just the need. You would work out the time to visit and we would ensure a collection would be on standby. We’ve tracked you for all your adult life.”
    “You’re kidding me, aren’t you? You’ve gotta be telling me porky-pies!”
    Belinda’s mouth dropped open with a gasp. Porky-pies? What was Scott saying? Had his mind finally given up and started to shut down with gibberish for language? Was he undergoing some kind of mental seizure? Was she now facing a man whose mental grasp on the current situation had deteriorated into the uttering of strange words and nonsensical meanings?
    “You’re telling me,” Scott continued – a little bit louder, “that I’ve been followed, or tracked, as you termed it, for most of my life? Huh? You’re making me feel like I’m some kind of remote-control toy.”
    “Scott,” Belinda replied with feeling, “you’re an extremely valuable asset to my kind, someone we need rather badly. We have never manipulated you or your decisions to such an extent where you would do anything you did not wish to, but we have been aware of your position on your planet, wherever you were.
    “Wherever I was?”
    “Yes, even when you were situated in the Falklands, the small and most insignificant group of troubled islands in the South Atlantic. We would have liked to have contacted you there but it just wasn’t possible.”
    “Did you know I was writing a science