Galactic Hypergirl Headquarters

Robyn and Sonja were quickly catching up to Alien Anne, but she was nearly to the ship and the Army helicopters were closing fast. A soldier was leaning out of the nearest copter's bay door, aiming a shoulder mounted weapon of some kind in their general direction.

"They probably think we're aliens," Jason mentally beamed over to Robyn, pleased to have discovered another wrinkle to their powers.

"What should we do?" Robyn wailed aloud in panic.

Jason looked back toward the alien ship and saw the strange being that had once been their friend disappear inside an airlock. Too late.

"We probably better land," Sonja beamed over to Robyn, "If that helicopter follows us too close the aliens might goo-ify the pilot and then it would crash into someone's house."

Levitating downward the pair of boys turned blue-haired psychic girls landed in a nearby backyard. A moment later the helicopter also settled down for a landing. Several soldiers quickly leapt out, covering them with their machine guns. The apparent leader, a man in black and gray combat fatigues and red beret, stepped forward.

"By the authority vested in me by the President of the United States of America you two are under arrest for violating US sovereign airspace and unspecified crimes against humanity," the older man eyed them coldly. His name-tag read Col. Cornell, but his name was the only thing silly about him, "State your name, planet of origin, and purpose."

Robyn made to answer, honestly as was his/her basic nature, but Sonja beamed a quick command to stay quiet and let her do the talking. Sonja stepped forward briskly, holding out her hand to be shook, "Good to meet you, Col. Cornell. Our superiors said local earth security forces would make contact soon."

"Superiors? Local earth security?" Col. Cornell seemed a little out of his depth. He was part of an elite military unit created to respond to an extraterrestrial first strike, so he had expected some a combative response, not a conversational one. He shook Sonja's hand.

"My name is Sailor Sonja, Special Agent assigned to Earth by the GH2. This is Cadet Robyn, my assistant," Sonja ignored the psychic flash of irritation Robyn beamed at her.

"GH2?" Col. Cornell repeated dumbly after he remembered to reclaim his hand. Robyn wondered if Sonja was pulling some kind of mentatic mojo on the soldier.

"Galactic Hypergirl Headquarters. We're from Comicus Prime in the Algebranian Sector. Pleased to be working with you," Sonja crossed her arms and tried to look official.

Col. Cornell had never actually expected to meet any aliens while assigned to this kooky outfit. At a loss as to how to proceed he turned toward one of the soldiers surrounding Sonja and Robyn. This one brandished a laptop and a transmitter instead of a machine gun. He began hurriedly typing at a nod from Cornell. Meanwhile, Robyn and Sonja were engaged in a little psychic argument.

"What did you tell him that for? Why didn't you tell him the truth?" Robyn transmitted furiously.

"Once this is all over do you want there to be government records of us being blue-haired psychic babes? You wanted to use your real name!"

"But they'll never believe that crazy story you told them!"

"Oh? Watch and learn by big-chested sidekick." Sonja beamed with a psychic smile, fending off another burst of annoyance from Robyn.

"Sir?" the typing soldier finally spoke up, "There's no Comicus Prime on record. The US recognizes no cosmic treaties with any Galactic Hypergirl Headquarters."

"There! So what do you have to say to that, eh?" Col. Cornell jutted his chin at the pair aggressively.

"GH2 forbids all interaction with a protected planet," Sonja said smoothly, "Once Venus invaded - - and that is a Venusian ship up there, Col. - - we were free to beam down and assess the situation."

"How do you know that's a Venusian ship?!" Robyn beamed furiously.

"Anne said the Day of Venus had come, remember?" Sonja silently replied.

"Even so," Cornell began" I'm going to have to take you in-..."

Cornell was suddenly cut off as a telekinetic wave of force flattened his troops, seizing the guns from their hands and crumpling them up like tin cans.

"Col. Cornell, so far I have been very patient. My patience is at an end. We could have escaped at any time we wanted. Now do we work together or not?"