BGLC9 Beastie

“It’s called green light chanting Jax, bilingual chanting. BGLC9 can offer people a greater experience than the green and purple lights dancing across the Alaskan skies.” Brock danced softly on his toes, while pointing to the imaginary sky. His scotch flying up then down, landing and sliding across the ice as if it was orchestrated to do so in his glass. He paused silently, for just a brief moment. With his eyes still closed tightly he began to speak, “No one seems to be concerned that the bayou is alive. No one will notice BGLC9 is living and breathing. Cities and lives have been lost because of the bayou, and no one cares Jax. They live amongst reptiles that are a result of an incredible evolutionary line, incredible history. You call this creepy. My home is creepy to you Jax?” Brock stood toe to toe with me. "BGLC9 is uniting people and cities, countries. Countries want to connect to the universe Jax. Japan has documented research indicating there are enormous miles-wide reservoirs of greenhouse gases lurking in pockets just below the sea floor. Did you know that Jax, gases lurking? Concealed truths, no one is holding Japan captive or accountable or slowing their work. Fire rainbows, It has nothing to do with fire or rainbows, what’s in a name Jax? Fire rainbows in South Carolina, Myrtle Beach back on the map baby.” Brock slung his drink in my face. “You don’t think this needed some explaining Jax. Give us some time here to develop Jax. Our green light is merely a portal to another dimension, write that in your journal? Mistakes are not a sign of failure Jax. That isn’t the mindset for success. You understand the importance of proficiency and fluency in language. Why does the article you published question BGLC9 current conceptualization of fluency in our language Jax? Disfluency is only seen as a deficit? Surely you jest. You and I know the importance of testing and measuring impressions and marking appropriately what our testing reflects. Say something you smug bastard.” Brock flung blueprints and data off the desk and sat on the corner with one leg crossing the other. Leaning over the desk, reaching into a drawer he pulled out a small bottle of lighter fluid. He emptied the entire bottle. He stood up and took a cigar from my coat pocket along with some matches. The cigar flipped through the air and landed on Brocks bottom lip. One of his many theatrics. It was entertaining. Brock lit the cigar and drew in a long breath, blowing out rings and rings that moved in and out of each other. He handed the cigar to me. I took in a long drag. What I did next surprised him. I threw it on the paperwork. It ignited intently and burned in front of us. I then threw my journal on top of the flames.

“Brock don’t think I haven’t thought about or wonder about or turned my back on BGLC9. The issue is with sophisticated languages. In this country alone a verb can have more than 1.5 million conjugations. There are languages out there that run on clicking noises. South Africa has multiple tribes that use fifteen click noises that function as consonants, all integrated into their language. Some of these tribe members suck up other languages into their own and use clicks to communicate with others. Germany uses three genders, other countries have more and some are genderless. Do you understand Brock? If the Government isn’t crying conspiracy theory over BGCL9, do you think they won’t have a serious inquiry man? The Scotch, The Macallan, 1926 by the way, $600,000 for this drink.” I held the bottle up to the light then poured three drinks, “throwing it in my face was gross and willful negligence on your part, wouldn’t you say?” I swung the balcony door open for fresh air. “My apologies Jax, you are right, please excuse my poor manners. Who is the third glass for?” Brock asked as he joined me outdoors. “The city of lights. I love Paris, our ancestors never saw this beautiful part of their own country Brock. Our people were hard workers, culinary, never allowed time for gastronomy. You understood the vision. It was to cook, not to eat and get fat.” I twirled the half empty glass. “Jax listen to me, I lost sight, lost a lot of time, a little focus. Days became nights and nights became months.” Brock sat down on a chaise. With his head in his hands, “Jax you were born to the green. You are the solution and break through that every living thing on this planet will be able to communicate with. I know you’re disappointed.” Brock looked up as a shadow fell over him. He rose to his feet. “This is Dr. Laurent.” The introduction was a nice break from the long day. “Call me Fleur, I insist.” Her french accent was a sweet poison. “Of course, Dr. Laurent, sorry, Fleur, I recognize the name from the article Jax wrote, you studied cloning and subjoining, genetic technologies, am I correct?.” Brock shook her hand with a tight grip. Her beauty was unsettling. He walked to the railing and leaned over looking at the city growing dimmer. The sun went down perfectly in sink with our moods. “Might I suggest the elevator, Monsieur.” Her voice left a sinister feeling in the cold air.

“Bonjour.” The words rolled off Fleur's seductive lips. “Salut, shall we stroll down to the Quarters?” I asked adding, “Vivian should be meeting us on the hour, love.” We left the hotel hand in hand. The walk was intoxicating. “The streets are alive here, the rivers flow and the scent of flowers and hum of the butterflies and bees, I can never drink enough of Paris.” Fleur had described it splendidly. Vivian greeted us at the little bakery on the corner. “Where is my husband?” Vivian asked as I pulled the chair out for her. “Unfortunately he won’t be joining us. We got the green light around 4:00am, Brock is literally flying over us as we speak.” Fleur translated my English into French for her. I pointed up as a huge Airbus flying over head. “We worked on the assignment until he boarder.” I said slowly as I watched the plane disappear into the clouds.” The waiter couldn’t have interrupted at a better time. “Champagne please, Monsieur. Merci.” Fleur requested as she took Vivians hand. “He left you a lovely letter on his nightstand. We shall retrieve it together. La bien?” Fleur was such a smooth liar it made me second guess if he had actually wrote a note or not. We talked about the new mission, spending the entire morning explaining to Vivian that Brocks linguistic experience was the reason he is now assigned to undercover investigations for translations. He would serve directly under top agents. Tears fell freely from her eyes and Fleur wiped them away softly with my handkerchief. Soon we had her focusing on his return. Fleur gave her the exciting news that he left $500,000 to decorate the new babies room. At least she left out the “100,000 he splashed in my face. After numerous rounds of drinks and food we hailed a cab and brought her back to her place. She would wake to twenty for red and white roses. A letter from Brock expressing his love for her and a check for the nursery. Also we sent a text from his new phone. Brock was such a great husband. We bought ourselves plenty of time, that was good because we didn’t have a moment to spare. When we returned to the hotel there was already a message from Vivian. Fleur called her back immediately. “No dear, don’t go to the trouble, I have retrieved the letter and will read it then forward it to you. Fleur’s imaginary letter came to life as she spoke about all the lovely things they had done together and the good news of the baby. As she hung up she turned to me, looking very sexy. “Now what can I do to ease your pain.” She really didn’t have to ask. Anxiety free we returned to Brocks room. He was laying on the table where we left him. I lifted the table to our height. “Where is he now?” Fleur was both scared and excited. “BGLC9 of course. Hand me the oxygen, watch for hypoxia and hypoxemia. We don’t want any blue skin or red.” I listed out the protocol and she took in ever word.

“What’s happening?” Shouts of terror came from Brocks room. Flying down the hall I passed Fleur. “I’m frightened.” She called out. “Don’t be. Stay calm” I ordered for our own good. Brock was standing up in front of a mirror. “What did you do?” He slammed both of his fists into my chest. Falling to my knees I barely could catch my breath. “Brock you’re having a nightmare.” Fleur assured him. Brock took her by both shoulders and was driving her head into the wall behind her. Grabbing her taser I warned him before using it. What a scene, Fleur was bleeding profusely from a head injury, and my brother was flopping around with more than double doses of volts running through him. I closed the gash with ten nice size stitches. Luckily I didn’t have to shave her head. “Brock, that's going to hurt in the morning.” I smiled at him. “It hurts now you bastard. You and little French,” one wave of the taser shut him down. “Let's not name call. This little French hen, let’s say hen, has taken excellent care of you for six months.” I informed him gently. “Six months, wait how, how is this possible?” Brock began hyperventilating. “Fleur let’s give a thorazine shot, now please.” She dropped the needle in my palm. Spinning it the right direction I brought it right down into his upper thigh. “There we go, relax, take a deep breath.” By the time he woke we had dinner prepared. Brock was much more willing to be civil. I poured us some red wine and toasted to the mission being completed. “Jax and Fleur, you don’t understand what the bilingual green light chanting does to the soul. I was able to follow the green light anywhere. I saw my daughters birth, I saw you two and don’t you do anything else for entertainment, geez.” We all laughed together and it felt good. “After dinner, let’s run the test.” I stayed on track. Brock nodded agreeing “Jax two of the Aliens that were captured by using BGLC9 had their children here on earth. The argument with the BGLC9 Grand Council was if they would receive birth certificates or not.” Brock was emotional. “They took their babies away from them. The screeching is burned in my head. The language we created, they were able to understand some of it. I could hear and understand them as well. I was able to get DNA Fleur. They came in peace. From what I understood, they aren’t going to leave in peace.” Brock took out recordings and samples. “You did a great service to your country and so much more Brock.” I patted him on the back. He savored the recognition. It was a long time coming. “Jax thank you for seeing this through. What we do to these beings is horrific. I was able to get their children on board and load them all.” Brock turned and pulled his shirt up. “This is the thanks I got.” He laid forward on the table. “These are live tentacles.’ Fleur said in shock. “Can they be removed?” I held Brocks hand. He looked terrified as Fleur and I discussed options. “I knew this was a mistake.” I almost turned the table over in fury. “It wasn’t a mistake Jax. Millions of lives were saved. They went home, with their babies. We can communicate. With them. I’m an alien.” We all sat silently for the evening thinking about the green light and what had taken place.