Caught in the crossfire

Schmelzer had the easy part of the job. He stayed in the car, monitoring the situation while Nancy walked through the park. Or at least she was trying to walk through the park. The boots were getting the best of her, and her feet and calf muscles were aching and throbbing for relief. There were a few people milling about the park, but not enough to call them a crowd. Even though she was tired and achy, Nancy continued to pace herself, looking out for anything out of the ordinary.

It was nearly twilight now and the sky would soon unfold its glittering cloak of holes. Nancy still felt uneasy as she finally caved in to foot cramps, and took a seat on the closest available park bench. She stretched out her legs and arched her back before settling down to take a much needed rest. "Screw Schmelzer and the horse he rode in on, " she thought to herself. She sat there, hands behind her head, thinking of an old song she remembered some of the lyrics to from her childhood:

"Sittin' in the mornin' sun

I'll be sittin' 'til the evenin' comes

Watching the ships roll in

Then I'll watch them roll away again..."

Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of gunfire near by. She quickly glanced round, but saw nothing in the darkness by the dim light of the walkway lighting. Then she heard it again, and this time saw the flash of a barrel to go with it. It was coming from Schmelzer's general direction. She sprung into action, forgetting for the moment that she had those awkward boots on. Instead of taking off running, she fell flat on the ground, face first. Fortunately her forehead hit the ground, and not the hard walkway. But it was still enough to knock her out. She had weird dreams of foggy figures standing over her, looking down at her. One of those foggy images she thought was Schmelzer, but she couldn't be sure. Then she felt herself being lifted up off the ground. Was she hovering? Where was she going? Then she saw more shadowy faces, and they seemed to be all around her. Maybe she was being carried? Everything faded to black for a while until her eyes opened once again under a bright light. The shadowy faces had returned to hover over her, and she felt her clothes being removed.

"Oh my gawd! I've been **** by aliens!" was her first thought. "No! Please don't take off my clothes!" she begged weakly. "I don't want to be probed!"