[ WP ] You 're a scientist working for the government . You encounter a secret spaceship that the government hid away . You 're informed that no one knows how to take it apart or even open it . You touch the door of the spaceship , and suddenly it opens .

Part I 
 
 “ Derek, my pass is acting up again, can you buzz me through? ” Chris asked the soft spoken security guard. 
 
 “ Sure Dr. Chen, will you talk to Erik about replacing that freakin ’ thing already? This happens ho— ” 
 
 “ I know, I know, I ’ ll talk to him. And for the last time would you call me Chris? Dr. Chen makes me feel so old, ” Chris said. 
 
 Another shit start to a shit week, Chris thought to himself. Nowadays it felt like he dreaded coming into work every Monday. Being the senior research scientist meant that Chris had to spearhead every emergency, and surprisingly, there were a lot. Plus the allure of working in an underground bunker in the Nevada desert had worn off years ago. 
 
 Chris walked slowly into his lab trying his best not to spill the steaming cup of Colombian coffee onto his spotless white lab coat. He was so focused on not spilling his morning cup that he hadn ’ t even noticed the two men standing stoically next to his desk. Chris quickly looked up “ Shit, what the hel— ” 
 
 “ Good morning Dr. Chen, I ’ m Harris and this is Cantor, long story short we need you to come with us, ” the man said in a, I ’ m not asking, I ’ m telling tone. “ You ’ ve got some coffee on your coat by the way, ” the shorter Cantor informed Chris. 
 
 Chris looked down and shook his head, “ Where are we going if you don ’ t mind me asking? ” Chris said. 
 
 “ You ’ ll see when we get there, shouldn ’ t take long but we need to leave immediately, ” Harris said. 
 
 “ Wait, what? What about my work, I have three projects going that I have to supervise, my staff can ’ t just— ” 
 
 “ It ’ s taken care of Doc, trust us, now let's go, ” Harris said. 
 
 Chris was ushered out of his office and the three men headed left, down the hall towards the quality control lab. Chris tried to gauge what military rank each of his escorts was and could tell by the sheer number of stripes and pins that both men were ranked highly but Harris much more so. They entered a wing that Chris had never been inside of before and eventually walked up to a large metal door with a biometric lock mechanism. Harris placed his forefinger on the lock, it clicked and the three of them entered. 
 
 “ Before we go any further, you should know that what we ’ re about to show you is not only highly confidential but also potentially highly, highly dangerous, ” Cantor informed him. 
 
 “ Ok… ” Chris trailed off, his mouth literally fell open as he took in the sight of an aircraft that was unlike any other he had ever seen. 
 
 The first thing that was striking about the aircraft was the fact that it was oblong and rectangular, in fact it hardly looked aerodynamic. He wondered to himself how the thing even flew, he also wondered how he knew it did fly in the first place. 
 
 “ Someone is gon na need to clue me in here, what am I looking at? Why exactly am I here? ” Chris asked. 
 
 “ Welcome to your new pet project. This aircraft was, let's say, acquired, this morning and we want you to tell us all you can about it, ” Cantor said. 
 
 “ Why me, surely the government has other scientists who would be more appropriate for this kind of work? ” Chris asked. 
 
 “ Nevermind that Dr. Chen, this is your situation whether you like it or not, I suggest you get started right away. The past four scientist we ’ ve had look into this hadn ’ t even been able to open it, ” Harris replied. 
 
 Chris started walking towards the ship. It was definitely foreign, no way the US had a ship like this that he hadn ’ t encountered before. He thought that maybe it was a type of stealth bomber, although Chris didn ’ t know how stealthy this box could really be. It was certainly bizarre, however it also felt slightly familiar to him. 
 
 Approaching the ship, Chris could see hundreds of tiny blue lights running the corners of the aircraft. He lifted his hand up to the hull and suddenly heard a loud HISSSS! 
 
 Chris jumped back startled at the sound, his two escorts looked at each other dumbfounded and raced towards him. 
 
 EDIT 
 
 Part II 
 
 
 Chris could barely see. The steam issuing from the entrance of the craft was choking him, although he was barely breathing at this point due to his surprise. Harris and Cantor grabbed Chris by the shoulders and began to yank him back towards the door they entered through. When they had gotten nearly halfway there the two men were inebriated by a loud, shrill noise emanating from within. Chris looked at Harris and Cantor and was confused, why had they stopped so suddenly, why were they doubled over like that? 
 
 “ You can think of it like a dog whistle, ” a voice boomed from the craft. “ They ’ ll be unconscious soon and we don ’ t have much time. ” 
 
 Now Chris was wondering if there had been some kind of hallucinogen in the steam he was breathing in earlier that was making him hear things. 
 
 “ This is not a hallucination Chris Chen. As I said before, we don ’ t have much time and we ’ re wasting precious moments discussing trivialities, ” the voice said. 
 
 A shadow became visible in the entrance of the spacecraft. The figure began descending towards floor level and Chris could feel a sense of dread. 
 
 “ How do you know my name, and how do you know what I ’ m thinking? ” Chris demanded in barely a whimper. 
 
 The figure ignored him and continued his slow lumber towards the doctor. Chris turned to run and suddenly was face to face with the figure, he could see now that he was masked. Chris lifted his hand to strike the figure and the figure lifted his own hand in turn. Chris lowered his hand and the figure did the same. In fact the figure did everything that Chris did, exactly how he did it. 
 
 The figure broke the mirror game and brought his hands up to his face, he locked his fingers behind his head and pulled a strap that clicked as it loosened. It was clear to Chris then that the figure was removing his mask. 
 
 “ You see Chris, this is the beginning of a most wondrous journey for the two of us. Well for me really, but I digress, ” the figure said. 
 
 The figure removed his mask fully and looked Chris straight in the eye unflinchingly. The two men had the same face! 
 
 A look of both confusion and consternation enveloped Chris but the look was quickly replaced by shock. Chris looked down and saw that mirror Chris had stabbed his abdomen with some kind of scalpel. 
 Chris fell to his knees, he knew this was too much pain for a simple stab wound, his gut felt as if it were burning away. In a way it was. In a matter of seconds, Chris Chen ’ s entire body evaporated in a cloud of ash and steam. 
 
 Mirror Chris replaced his mask and spoke into the recording device, “ Chris 7481 has been destroyed via matter disintegrator, Earth 14 should be safe for another 79 years. ” 
 
 The figure turned and entered his craft. The hydraulic doors slowly shut.
