Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon

He walked up to the window and peered down at the J’onn 6.  He remembered Malcolm mentioning the crashed spacecraft from Roswell could possibly possess time travel capabilities.  He became concerned as he realized the danger they were in.  He rushed out of the conference room and into Malcolm’s office.  “They’re after the J’onn 6!”
    “Are you certain?”
    “The J’onn 6 is based off the technology of the Roswell spacecraft.  Since it appears the van is heading our way, they could be planning to modify the J’onn 6 for time travel.”
    “We have a vast military presence here.  There’s no way they can get near the J’onn 6,” Malcolm pointed out.
    “Do we really want to take the risk?”
    “What do you suggest?”
    “We take them out.  There’s minimal traffic right now on I-80.  A missile strike from the drone would do the trick,” Wayne explained.
    “If the public got word we killed US citizens with a drone on US soil…”
    “We can claim they were a terrorist group planning an attack on Las Vegas.”
    Malcolm sat there quietly pondering the situation.  “No, we want to capture them.”
    “Capture?”
    “Think about all the technological advancements we can make with their knowledge of the future.  Send one of our choppers with some of our best soldiers to intercept them before they reach Nevada.”
    “Right away.”

                                   Queen’s Diner
                            Outside of Chicago
     
    Rick and Marilyn sat at the counter of the Queen’s Diner. 
    “Can I get you two something?”  the heavyset, blonde waitress asked.
    “Two coffees,” Rick said.
    She brought over two coffees and placed them in front of them.  “So, who are you looking for?”
    “How did you know we’re looking for someone?”  Marilyn asked.
    “Your clothes.  You are both wearing black suits.  Business men don’t normally eat in a dive like this.  You are definitely FBI.”
    “Good observation,” Rick said with a smile.  “We were wondering if you saw this man.  He was traveling with a couple of women.”  He placed his tablet on the counter which had Dave’s BMV photo on it.
           “Yes, I was working when they were here.  They sat at the table in the far back away from everybody.  Is he dangerous?”
       “He’s a person of interest,” Rick answered.  “Did you happen to hear any of their conversation?”
    “When I brought over their food, they were talking about some machine.  I didn’t hear anything specific.  He was with four people: two men and two women.”
    “Can you give us a description?”  Marilyn asked.
    “Even better.  We have cameras.”  She pointed at the camera pointing toward the register and the one pointing toward the front door.
    Rick looked over at Marilyn with a smile.

   
     
              On I-80 Near The Nevada State Line
     
    “I see the welcome to Nevada sign up ahead,” Dave said.
    As they drove closer to the Nevada state line, they could hear a humming noise getting louder.  In the rearview mirror, Dave could see a large military transport chopper heading for them.
    “We have company,” Dave said.
    The chopper flew past them.  It was very low to the ground and turned around and landed in the middle of I-80 ahead of them.  Soldiers climbed out of it and pointed their weapons toward their van.  Dave slowed the van to a complete stop as the soldiers moved closer.
    “Get out of your vehicle now with your hands up!” somebody said through the chopper’s loudspeakers.
    “Don’t worry. I got this,” Garth said as he slowly opened the door and got out.
    The rest of them got out of the van as the soldiers drew closer.  Garth walked a few steps away from the van toward the soldiers.
    “Don’t move another foot forward,” one of the soldiers ordered.
    “Memory wipe,” Garth said as he pressed the button on the device that was