The details...

Quenton looked out at the room and for a brief moment clenched his jaw as tight as he could. Setting his briefcase down on a side table and pressing the clasps, he exhales. He was born for this. It's just another case...no matter how insane.

"Well, folks. I don't do good news/bad news, but here's what we know." His voice cause a hush to settle over the room.

"This past Thursday on January 25th, a spherical UFO approximately the size of a minivan fell to earth, hidden within the meteor shower. It landed outside of Toluca city limits at around 9 pm Central Time." He paused for a moment. How would these people react to hearing "UFO" in an official briefing? How should they react? His collar felt tight around his neck.

He placed two manila folders on the coffee table in the center of the office that the meeting attendees began to pass around, looking at the huge space rock, dug into the earth and broken open from the middle.

"The current condition of the object leads us to believe it was carrying something. Now, this is where our search begins. From what we gather, two 911 calls were made that evening to Toluca police. The first was at 11:13 pm when a man noted that he saw what looked to be a large, upright Komodo dragon tearing through his crops and killing three horses. Unfortunately, but he time first responders arrived, the man was nowhere to be found and most of the animals on the property had been "demolished" as stated in the official report. they had little more information to help our team, but we were able to successfully collect and identify an unidentified liquid left behind on the animal corpses and in the house."

Quenton paused only briefly.

"The second 911 call came from a household three miles away from the first at 2:15 am. Operators received the call from a man asking for help as his wife..." Quenton cleared his throat, "His wife had apparently been having back-to-back orgasms that where quickly becoming painful and concerning. They had apparently been happening since around the same time the object landed that night."

The mayor grimaced, as did many faces around the room. Quenton looked to his boss's face on the screen, stoic as ever.

"When first responders arrived, both the man and wife were found dead mid coitus. We spoke to the coroner who said that both the man and woman's bodies have since remained in a state of sexual excitement even in ****, with a strange liquid substance matching the consistency and structure of the liquid found of the farm on their groins."

"And you think they're connected." The mayor adds.

"The fluids," your boss chimes in, "point to likelihood of a living organism, though not one with any molecular structure that we know of. In both cases, those that came into contact with it experienced changes as well.

"Meaning?" The chief of police chimed in, clearly becoming irate by the confusing subject matter.

Your boss does not acknowledge him while she continues, "The federal government has long worked to identify extraterrestrial life on this planet, and we believe that whatever landed in this structure out in Toluca is having sexual effects on humans." Quenton worries she might lose the room with such an accusation. He quickly jumps in.

"We have noted an uptick in sexual activity since the object has landed. Local traffic to porn sites is up 40% over the past week, and sex-related deaths have also increased in Chicago since that time. The US Government believes that whatever landed on earth in that...thing," you look at the mayor, "has made it's way to Chicago and is now hiding in the city."

The whole room looks at Quenton, their eyes glued to him in mortified, morbid interest.

"I followed it's path of carnage here myself. We still have many questions, why is it here? What effect is it having on those around it? What are it's goals? Desires? But what we do know is this." Quenton pauses, as he always does. He is in the zone. This is who he is. "We will not stop until we capture and study this thing."