Ralph checks in with Miranda.

Ralph as usual had slept until quite late in the morning. When he eventually awoke his thoughts went straight to the events of the previous evening and a wide smile spread across his face as he recalled vividly the fun he had experianced with Miranda's body.

"I think it's time for me to check up my favourite hot assed fed." Ralph chuckled to himself as he reached for the briefcase.

With the alien device once more attached to his forehead Ralph concentrated on Miranda's name in the roster. How many people the roster might be able to hold was unknown, but Ralph made a mental note to add a couple of extra names to it as soon as he'd checked up on what the FBI agent was doing now. A moment later he was back in the countryside at the site of the UFO crash. His disembodied viewpoint hovered behind Miranda as she walked towards a black SUV. As he tailed her, the woman paused and looked over her shoulder frowning slightly. As had happened the night before, the agent seemed somehow aware of a presence, but seeing nothing untoward she shook her head before continuing.

The SUV had black tinted windows, mirrored from the outside. Miranda slipped into the back and finding the vehicle empty closed the door behind her. Ralph, floating invisably behind her simply passed through the metal and glass of the car's shell.

Miranda looked out from the SUV. From the interior the dark glass was merely tinted, an asset on a stakeout as you could sit and observe without being seen. Pulling open a drop down console set into the seat in front of her Miranda accessed secure communications with her regional office. Concisely she reported the facts she had just learnt from Fraudberg and raised the threat level of the mission to a foothold situation. This was the codeword for a confirmed alien presence on earth.

"You are certain of this agent Tyler?" Miranda was asked.

"As certain as I can be Sir." Miranda replied. "We are fairly certain the craft held four individuals and only two are accounted for. Of course the remaining two may have already been evacuated. The two aliens may also be with whoever made those sneaker prints around the crashsite"

Ralph listened in to Miranda's report with concern. Not only were the FBI aware that someone had got to the wreck before them, but to make matters worse the aliens who made the briefcase he had snatched were probably going to be looking to retrieve it too. Ralph felt cold anxious sweat break out on his forehead. Would the FBI and the aliens be able to track the technology in the briefcase?

When Ralph got anxious one thing was certain to calm his nerves. He reached for his cock and began stroking it without even thinking. Still watching Miranda as his prick hardened he remembered how much enjoyment he had in her body. He couldn't resist the temptation, waiting until she had finished her report he watched her lean back and rub her temples. As the agent briefly closed her eyes, Ralph issued the inhabit command.

Miranda's eyes opened and a grin spread across the brunette's features. She stretched as though just awakening from a sleep before one hand slid to the front of her black skirt to rub at her crotch whilst the other hand cupped and fondled a breast beneath her smart jacket.

"Hi honey, I'm home!" Miranda's voice giggled.