Free District 69 by Jenna Powers Page A

not these aliens required some kind of paperwork to remain in America. It actually was ranked high in search engines and she was quickly promoted as an editor in their alien section. Unfortunately, her current boss was one of the editors that had criticized her work at the time, which backfired on him. He was stuck in editing hell for a few years before being placed back on the promotion track, most likely due to the fact that he ended up marrying the Editor in Chief’s daughter.
    Angela plopped into her office chair, full of anger. One of her coworkers, Jeremiah, stopped by, peeking down her cubicle wall.
    “Bad day?” He asked.
    “Yeah, fuck Drew.” Angela responded.
    “Ha ha, god damn, I haven’t seen you this pissy in a while. The fuck did he do now?” Jeremiah asked.
    “My fucking article, the one on the dangers of having aliens on Earth, he shoved it on the bottom half of the fucking site.” She replied, angrily as she crossed her arms.
    “Want to get a drink later? The team is looking to go a little wild tonight. T-Fucking-G-I-F!” Jeremiah smiled.
    “I might join you guys later. I need to finish editing some other shit. Might stop by District 69, see if I can pick up any news.”
    Jeremiah shrugged. “We’ll be at the Martini Hut, so just text me or something.” Angela stared at the article in front of her. She couldn’t focus and tossed it aside before stomping out of her cubicle. She needed a break, some outside air. Angela hurriedly left the office and grabbed a cab, she was going to see if she could pick up any interesting news in District 69.
    The cab stopped at the entrance to the walled off entrance of District 69. Angela was always amazed at the height of the wall, a giant construct made by the roaches to keep unwanted people out. She headed onward to the gates, where a lone roach sentry stood, silently staring off. His eyes shifted and focused on her, his head still unmoving, it gave her the creeps.
    “Angela Walters, ONN head editor, here to just interview some aliens.” She said with a smile. She took out her badge, passport and papers to show that she was allowed into the District.
    The sentry stared down at her for a few moments before one of his hands grabbed her paperwork. He skimmed through the material before handing it back to her. He nodded and one of his upper cylindrical appendages stood tall, signaling for the gate to open. He stepped to the side as the door seemed to magically disappear, another sight that she would never get used to.
    Angela walked in, her heels clacking on the metallic floor. She had a few insider resources that were fluent in English that she wanted to meet up with. As she turned a corner, something caught the corner of her eye. She paused before walking backward, shifting her head to the right.
    One of the homes of the roaches had left their blinds off, allowing her to see inside. She quickly moved to the side and peeked inside. It was rare to see inside the homes of roaches without consent and notice at least 4 days prior. Angela could see that there were two roaches sitting on what appeared to be a sofa, just very minimalistic, almost metallic. Their right middle arms, the ones with the human like hands were furiously shaking as they stared at a screen.
    “Oh my god…” Angela muttered as she focused on the imagery on the screen.
    It showed a human female on her hands and knees naked as a man rammed his dick in and out of her. Her large breasts swayed with each stroke. The two roaches were masturbating to an adult video. Angela didn’t even know if they had genitalia and she was sure no one on Earth knew either. This could be the breaking news that she had been waiting for. She crept closer, trying to see if they were males or females when she lost her footing, her black heel losing traction. She fell forward and smacked into the window causing the two aliens to stand and turn in confusion. Angela stood in shock, her hands bracing herself to the