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The alien fighter shot toward him like a hungry predator. Special Agent George Fox stared at it like a hypnotized rabbit, unable to move. A feeling of total horror had taken possession of him, had frozen him to the spot. In a few seconds he would die.
Like out of nowhere a blue light appeared around him. It enveloped the startled special agent in a bubble of about 10 feet in diameter. The alien fighter crashed into the bubble and Fox heard a loud bang. He winced and stumbled back almost instinctively, raising his arms to protect himself from certain doom. The bubble of light moved with him. The alien attacker was repelled, thrown back, and the ship wobbled. Before it could stabilize and was ready to attack again, the bubble flowed into a deep blue ray of light and shot toward it. The light ripped into the hull of the alien fighter as if it was made out of paper. The ship tilted sideways and then crashed into the ground. George Fox stared at the burning wreck for several seconds, then turned slowly.
"You!" he whispered.
The man behind him stood rooted to the spot for a second, then he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
"Dad!"
Fox ran over to the unconscious man. The boy who had been with him looked up, hostility in his eyes. Fox raised his hands to show the boy that he was unarmed and had no hostile intentions. He was way past this point now.
"What... why...?" he asked, stammering.
Scott Hayden shook his head. "I don't know. He only said that.... that he couldn't allow it, that they were old enemies."
Old enemies? Fox looked at the wreck of the alien fighter, then back at the unconscious man. He, like the pilot of the fighter, was an alien and Fox had hunted him ever since he had come back to Earth. Had he hunted the wrong one all those years? It looked like it.
"How is he?" he asked softly, kneeling down beside Paul Forrester.
"He'll be fine," Forrester's son muttered. He opened his left hand and Fox discovered a small, silver ball that now started to glow softly. The blue light enveloped the unconscious man.
The same device had saved Fox's life, had destroyed the fighter. This almost innocent looking silver ball contained an incredible amount of energy. He owed his life to a man he had hunted for all his life, a man he had been ready to turn over to a research lab only a few days ago. Fox had no idea how these silver balls worked, but he knew that they took a lot out of their owner. This was why Forrester had collapsed.
Suddenly Paul opened his eyes and when he discovered George Fox, his eyes widened in shock and slight fear. The special agent tried a smile.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
Paul Forrester returned the smile.

Today was the 4th of July.