Free An Alien Rescue by Gordon Mackay Page A

breath for a moment as her hand almost brushed his underwear’s material, missing a couple of heartbeats in the process. Instinctively shaking her head, she attempted to recover her senses. What was she doing, she wondered? These wild thoughts of him and her were enveloping her logical mind, making her forget her important mission for the briefest of moments. Taking a firm hold of his hand, she placed it on the suit, almost where she’d seen the manly bulge. Holding her breath again, her hand led his upwards. He observed the almost magical performance as the material joined without leaving a mark or a seam. Looking on in amazement, as if faced with something extraordinary, he let out a gasp of disbelief. With the suit finally closed, she released her grip on his wrist, but not before giving it a slight squeeze. Her held breath was slowly exhaled, making a sound as if the closing of a pair of overalls was either a great effort or ... it aroused her. His instincts told him there was more to the little squeeze on his wrist than he was supposed to know, but chose not to pursue it. Until he was more informed he felt completely out of his depth, and there would be no trouble from him.
    Stepping back slightly, she said, “There is much to tell you, but I will show you the ship first.”
    He wanted to ask a whole lot of questions, but chose to wait until he’d seen and heard more of where he was. She led him through the doorway and asked him to wait one moment. Turning to face the door, she explained it was about to close. Her explanation began with how the ship’s metal can flow like a liquid when an electrical voltage is applied. With predetermined contacts already imbedded in the ship’s metallic structure the applied electrical power could be selected and altered as and when required to restructure the ship. And sure enough, the wall melted and flowed like liquid, taking in what he saw with a keen interest.
    “That’s fantastic.” His eyes were aflame with surprise. His mind was opening up to the thought there might be lots more of this kind of magic to come and couldn’t wait to see more. However, as always, there was that faint memory still lingering in the background of his overloaded mind. He suspected this knowledge was already there but wasn’t quite reachable… yet; or was it? There was the small metal container he discovered in one of the motorcycle panniers from the previous year’s trip and was mystified as to how it came to be in his possession. It contained gritty black dust that enjoyed sticking to his skin and under his fingernails. The mysterious box had lain undisturbed for the best part of a year since he’d placed it high up on a shelf in his garage out of harm's way. He sometimes wondered about it though.
    He interrupted Belinda as she was about to speak again. “I think I may already have some of this metal back home.”
    Belinda paused as she heard his comment, but didn’t acknowledge his words. There should be no reason why Scott should have a sample of this metal at his home, she considered, especially as the element wasn’t available in his solar system. He could not possibly have any… Or could he?
    “It’s really light and looks like the metal this ship is made of,” he added. “It’s a small container full of black dust.”
    Could Frell have given Scott a container made from this metal? Belinda puzzled herself with the question. Might Frell have allowed him to take a sample of his planet’s lunar satellite back to Earth with him? She tried not to think of it, especially as it would have broken one of the Council’s strictest rules to do so. The doubt was there though. They had been to the moon and she knew Frell was in love with Scott. Moondust was black and how better to let him take some home with him.
    “Phew,” she relented. “I think your little container is a secret between you and Frell only,” she suggested quietly, almost as if her comment might be overhead. “I