Jerome woke with a start. Screams, again he shook his head groggily.

Rubbing his eyes, Jerome tried to take in his surroundings. He appeared to be in a Poltergeist closet. A classic way for greys to imprison greens.

He couldn’t move towards any of the walls, the doors and other objects would smack him unconscious again. The safest place to stay was right where he was, in the middle of the floor.

Damn, she is good Jerome thought back to before he was captured. To make it through 12 IR cameras, ectoplasmic detectors and sneak up on him. She had talent, that was for sure. He could respect that. Even if she was a grey trying to destroy his way of life.

Jerome exhaled and observed his misty breath. He’d have to project himself out of this, which would be very difficult. Greens couldn’t usually do it at all and he only had practice because of his position in the militia. Suddenly popping behind a grey was a very useful tactic.

Jerome closed his eyes and started counting backwards.