As soon as Andy walked in the office, he knew there was going to be trouble. It wasn’t so much that Sarah was hunched over her desk with an unhealthy looking sheen on her face, but more the luminous green glow permeating the ceiling above her.
Andy backed towards the door. How many ‘duvet days’ had he banked? Perhaps he could work off-site for a while, at least until someone else showed up. Breakout?
Just then Leanne clocked him.
“Oh, hi Andy. Do you know what’s happening with this?” she asked, gesturing towards the ceiling. “I’m supposed to be interviewing clients today. It’s not a great look.”
“Sure,” said Andy, nodding emphatically. “Obviously, it’s not something I’m able to deal with. Have you reported it to anyone?”
Leanne blinked rapidly. “I’ve got enquiries coming out of my ears.”
Sure you have, thought Andy. There’s plenty of space between them, after all.
Andy switched on his computer and glanced at the clock. 9.15. Surely someone else would be in soon.
“Any idea what started it?”
“Well, there was a bang on the roof earlier. I thought it was probably one of those mental seagulls doing a kamikaze.” Leanne gave a screech and looked over at Sarah, but her glazed eyes didn’t appear to register anything.
Andy was watching the loading symbol circling round and round when Sarah’s head hit the desk. Meanwhile, the green glow took on a deeper colour and the wall began to droop like an undercooked pizza.
“Oh my god!” yelped Leanne. “Andy, do something! “
“I’m still waiting for it to log on,”he replied, spreading his fingers in earnest.
“Surely, there’s a procedure for this kind of thing, isn’t there?”
“You’d think so.”
Andy felt the sweat bead at his forehead. Was there? It wasn’t like anybody actually read the paperwork.
The computer uttered a soft tone and the desktop finally appeared. Andy pulled his seat in.
“I’ll email head office.”
There was a crack followed by a shower of plaster as the ceiling came down around Sarah’s desk. Through the hole Andy could see the edge of what looked like a spaceship. Beside it stood a dark grey figure holding a weapon that was firing out luminous green rays.
Leanne waved her hand about at the dust. “This is outrageous! How can they expect me to work in these conditions?”
“I know, it’s unbelievable,” agreed Andy. “I’ll copy in all managers. There’s been no training for this whatsoever.”
The door opened. Tracey walked in.
“Hi everyone, how are…oh my god!”
“Tracey!” said Andy. “You’ve been on the first aid course, haven’t you?”
Tracey flinched. “Er, yeah, but…I mean…we weren’t trained how to deal with…this.”
“We appreciate that,” said Andy, “but as you can see, this is quite serious. If you’re able to do something…”
“Have you called the emergency services?”
“I’m up to my eyeballs.”
“Surely, we need to call them?”
“Okay, do you want to do it? Obviously, you’re more qualified than I am.”
Tracy’s eyes narrowed. “I haven’t been here so I don’t know what’s going on. It’s better if you call.”
“I’m going to take flexi,” announced Leanne, packing up her things. “What are they going to do – fire me?” As she stood up, the alien fired its weapon at Leanne and she collapsed to the floor.
Andy picked up the phone and dialled 999.
“Hello, which service do you require?” asked the operator.
“Er, well, I’m not sure.”
“Okay, what’s happened?”
Well…it looks like we’re being attacked by aliens.”
There was a pause. “Right, well I can send all three, but just so you’re aware, there is now a charge for any unnecessary callout in line with recent policy changes.”
Andy rapped his fingers on the desk. “Let me call you back.”
“What did they say?” asked Tracey.
“There could be charges involved.” Andy sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be responsible for incurring extra costs. Surely, that’s for management to decide.”
“Yep, absolutely,” agreed Tracey.
Andy began tapping away at the keyboard. “Dear all, we had an incident today in which I was required…”
The alien swept it’s ray gun across the office, this time towards Andy. On any other day he might have been worried, but there was nothing in his job description about dealing with alien invasions. That was one document he had been sure to read. Clearly, someone was going to get in the neck and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him.