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Special Agent Donna Scilly of the FBI crouched behind a tree outside the public library in the small Western town of San Secreto, by the side of US Route 69, and leveled her camera at the mysterious spectacle that was unfolding before her.

A squad of women in what looked more or less like matte black military uniforms, sleek and svelte and surprisingly tight around the hips and bust, were wrestling with a glowing blue entity, trying to drag it out the back door of the library and into a waiting unmarked van. The glowing blue entity was putting up a good fight, shooting out pseudopods and snatching away the electric-tipped zap sticks the women were using to control it, but they seemed to be getting the upper hand.

Finally, Scilly thought. Evidence! She was a statuesque redhead with startling blue eyes, fair skin, full breasts, long legs and a carefully cultivated aura of amused detachment, which had helped her a lot in her career. After all, when you were an FBI agent, it was vitally important that people respected you. And they’d respect her even more once she finally confronted the world with photographic evidence that there was a secret organization of mysterious scientists in charge of covering up anomalous phenomena across the globe.

The women had the glowing blue entity completely under control now. Their leader, a curvaceous Asian woman, took a step back and wiped the sweat from her brow with a visible sigh of relief. It looked like she’d been working pretty hard. But Scilly was more interested in the enigmatic, and very possibly extraterrestrial, being before her. Was it composed of pure energy? Would it even show up on film? There was only one way to find out!

She pressed a button on her camera.

There was an audible click, and the glowing blue entity seemed to glow an even brighter shade of blue.

“Hey,” Scilly heard the Asian woman say. “Was that a camera? Did somebody just take a picture? Remember, girls, the one thing I told you not to do was…”

There was a strange electric thrum in the air, and her pants fell down. So did the pants of every other woman present, including Scilly’s.

A few minutes later the entire Artemis containment team, plus Scilly, had been dragged back into the public library by a very excitable quantum pervert blob from Alpha Centauri, a rare and exotic species which just so happened to derive incredible superpowers from the experience of having its picture taken. The girls were in a sorry state. The blob, using a thousand pseudopods at once, had stripped them down to nothing but their boots and panties, and shackled them with chains of invisible cosmic ****, obliging them to march in a **** coffle towards the space/time rip at the centre of the library’s well-stocked reading room.

“Look,” muttered Scilly, wearing only yellow panties, her deliciously full breasts jiggling pleasantly as she was dragged by the giggling blob towards a mysterious but no doubt humiliating fate, “how was I supposed to know?”