Gagmar, Space Alien Tracker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Aliens looking to fit in and not doing well at it, then came the Alien Tracker.

Martin Galax was a strange little man, five foot tall and rounder at the bottom than at the top.

His wife, Luna, was just the opposite. She was built like a goalpost and was more than a foot taller than Martin was.

I first met both of them after they left a trailer park, just outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

It was a trailer park that catered to vacationers and those just wanting temporary accommodations for their trailers, and themselves.

Some of the travelers were down on their luck and were just passing through; looking for greener pastures, I suspect.


I could tell Martin and his wife were trying to fit in, you know, trying to become invisible while in plain sight. But those that don't belong often do that, but they seldom succeed when I'm on the job.

My name is Gagmar Undertone and I am an Alien Tracker for an agency known as "HIPS".

No, I'm not talking "Sneaking across national borders, Aliens", I'm talking Aliens that come by way of spacecraft.


Hmm. --- You know, I do believe I'm getting ahead of myself, so lets start at the beginning of this Alien Tracking Story.

It was on a late Saturday afternoon when I got an urgent transmission from a reliable informant. The informant had spotted an odd looking vehicle and camping trailer, more odd than normal, and it was heading west on a secondary highway. But not long after that it pulled into a trailer-park just outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

My informant was very upset because the vehicle, and the trailer in question, were attracting lots of unsolicited attention. And suspected aliens attracting attention can be a very bad thing.

So I jumped in my vehicle and drove to Albuquerque.


The next morning I waited outside the trailer-park to see if the odd looking Vehicle, and it's trailer, were going to head out onto the highway again, and sure enough, they did.

It wasn't long before the vehicle and trailer were buzzing down the road. I didn't say "rolling down the road" because the vehicle and the trailer had no wheels underneath.

And that "No Wheels thing" was what was causing such a stir among the locals, and it was drawing lots of undue attention.

As I followed, I waited until we hit a stretch of the highway where I could see for miles in both directions. And when no other vehicles were in sight I turned on my official looking police lights, and official sounding police siren. After that, I pulled up alongside their vehicle and directed them to pull off the road at the next exit, which was the Dry Gulch Canyon access road.

I was happy to see that they followed my instructions to a tee, and after rounding the off-ramp's curve they stopped at the next available clearing that was next to the roadway.

I was dressed as a State Trooper, badge, gun, and all. And I even carried what looked like a Traffic Ticket-Book.

So when I walked up to the vehicle and ordered them to get out, I received no push-back of any kind; they exited quickly.

This was my first real whole-body look at the two, and like I said at the start of this tale, they did not fit the 1950's look at all.

Martin and "Big Mama", that's what I like to call Luna in my official reports, were doing their best to blend in. But they must have had no Intel at all, or very bad intelligence briefings about what to expect on Earth. I mean, it's the 1950's and they were dressed like Bonny and Clyde; where they got the clothes in their sizes is beyond me.

Martin was wearing a three-piece, double-breasted, pin-stripe suite, and take it from me, vertical stripes did not make Martin look any slimmer. Martin even had Spats on his shoes and a matching Fedora with a wide silk hat band.

And Luna, she was all decked out in an "Out On The Town" Flapper's Outfit, Rhinestones, Bobbles, Bangles, and all. She was "The Cat's Pajamas".


Anyway, after they were out of their vehicle I took a look inside. I needed to satisfy myself that there were not more aliens than were seen. Aliens, they can be crafty buggers and have a habit of cramming far more of them in a vehicle than one might expect.

I also took a look in the trailer while I was at it.

During a brief explanation as why I stopped them, and at the end of my level five Alien Orientation Lecture, Big Mama suddenly morphed into two individuals, both uglier than unfed baby raptors.

I was quick to react to their advancing set of jaws, pulling my atom detractor from my belt, I reduced the alien threats to two piles of desert dust in a matter of seconds.

All the while Martin was yelling, "Don't Zap Me! Don't Zap Me! I'm a hostage!"

Well, sure enough, after checking with "HIPS" Headquarters, I was told that Martin was abducted from planet 3-A, in the Turin Galaxy, by two ransom seeking Flesh-eaters from planet 3-b.

So with nothing further to do, I put Martin back in his transport vehicle, which handily converted into a spacecraft, and I sent him on his way home.

You know, it's had work keeping the humans on earth in the dark about how many aliens are living and working among them; not to mention the ones vacationing here.

Which reminds me, I need to get back to my day job before someone notices that I'm missing from my enclosure at the Zoo.

Zigwah-lalah to you all.

The End.



JE Falcon


Submitted: September 25, 2021

© Copyright 2021 JE Falcon aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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This was a short, but fun read, told brilliantly in the 1st person POV. It really suited the story well.
Nice work.

Sun, September 26th, 2021 6:55am


Thanks, and thanks for commenting. --- This story was inspired by the cover-photo, which I altered by removing the wheels from the vehicles to better fit the storyline. The art of creation can be a circle sometimes, LOL.

Sun, September 26th, 2021 1:33pm

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