Free The Return of the Watchers (Armageddon Rising Book 1) by Denny Bennett Page B

                                                                                    He left for the day and returned home, carefully looking around to see if someone had broken in and was waiting for him. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so he went to bed, taking extra precaution by keeping a baseball bat at his bedside. That night it was the same repeating dream again with a twist; now he was stuck in a landfill with trash everywhere around him.              
    Monday morning rolled around and he eagerly went to the lab to check on the progress of the data.                                                                                     “Well, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Kasia chirped as she saw him coming down the hallway towards his office.                                           He quickly unlocked his office door and motioned for her to step in. She looked like the cat that just ate the mouse.                                                         “What do you mean?” he asked nervously.                                                         “Did you find an alien or something? Is that what all this cloak and dagger is all about?” she asked, trying hard not to laugh.                                           “What are you talking about?” he asked in the way he knew best, feigning ignorance.                                                                                                                 “Keep your secrets then, fine by me. Here’s the data you asked for.” She handed him a small fob and left him alone. Plugging the fob into his laptop, he opened up the software that he and Kasia (well, mostly Kasia) had designed, for analysis of genomes.                                                         The program began comparing his blood to that of an ordinary human to see what differences there were. It would most likely take another day to complete. Deciding not to take any chances, he took the portable computer to his two o’clock lecture that afternoon.                                          After his lecture, he called Yuki to see if everything was alright with her father, but she didn’t pick up so he left her a text message wishing them well.                                                                                                                 Later that day, he received a call from an old friend who asked to meet him at The Blind Pig for drinks at seven. H e reluctantly agreed. Since the program crunching his data would take the rest of the night, he could afford to unwind a bit.                                                                                    
                  As the day’s work came to a close, he put his laptop into a closet to continue running, locked up the lab and headed over to First Street to join his friend. It was necessary to move quickly to get there; the sun was setting and the streets were not safe anymore at night, even in a college town. He could always get a ride back afterwards, provided his friend didn’t have too much to drink.