Miranda, next morning.

Miranda woke early the next morning before the sun was even up. As the senior field agent for this incident it was going to be a busy day. Initial reports on both the alien ship and bodies would be coming back from the field lab. Her main priority was to keep the incident contained, once she could confidently report that then the whole affair could be safely swept under the carpet.

Miranda felt unusually relaxed as she slipped out of bed, normally she only felt this good shortly after using her vibrator to relieve her stress and sexual tension. Miranda thought back to the night before, she remembered being strangely tired after showering and going straight to sleep yet the feeling persisted that she was still in the slightly rosy afterglow that she got for a few hours when she masterbated with her toys.

Noting the time on the alarm clock, she saw that it was set an hour earlier than was necessary. Miranda knew that she'd done this so she could go for a jog and work out before going to the crash site to wrap the affair up. Why did her physical fitness seem so important right now? Whatever her reasoning Miranda still felt the overiding imperative to exercise and ensure she was as fit as she could possibly be. To this end she jogged for half an hour and then spent the next half hour working out in her room, doing exercises designed to further tone her already athletic body.

After a quick shower to remove the sweat she drove to the crash site. The agents who had stood watch overnight reported one or two local reporters had sniffed around the crashsite perimeter. A cover story had already been prepared for public release. She would give a press release later detailing how an antiquated soviet orbitter had landed largely intact after it's orbit had decayed. The sealing of the area had been necessary to ensure that no harmful radiation was present. To this end the debris of an actual soviet satellite would be brought in on the truck that would remove the alien craft. Once these were switched the FBI could pull out and the local newshounds could photograph the planted evidence to their hearts content.

"Agent Tyler?" Doctor Fraudberg called to her, bustling out of the tent that had been erected over the remains. "I think we may have a problem, in fact two problems."

Miranda sighed, so much for this being a simple retrieval and coverup.

"What is it Fraudberg?" She asked the scientist.

Fraudberg ushered her inside the tent and directed her to where the two alien bodies lay. He pointed out marks on the ground by the bodies caused during the crash. Miranda looked closely, overlying the impact marks were the imprints of sneaker treads. The scene had undeniably been contaminated after the crash and before her team had arrived, everyone on the team wore overshoes on site which left no such imprints.

"Shit! That's all we need, some civilian running around who might have evidence on them." She griped. "What's the second problem?"

Fraudberg moved to the main body of the craft and indicated a hatch that had been opened in it's side. Miranda took a look inside. Two bodies lay outside, four empty bucket seats with undone webbing harnesses were inside.

"Double shit!" Miranda swore. "Has a foothold notice been reported yet?"

"Nein, I mean no." Fraudberg reported. "We were only able to crack the hatch a few minutes ago. I thought it best left to you since you were due so soon."

Miranda merely nodded and dismissed the scientist then headed to the black SUV that had the secure communications array. This retrieval was getting complicated.