Anderson swept through the door, turned the nearest chair around and sat with his chin resting on the straight wooden back. He stared at the innocuous looking object beneath the fortified shield. “That it?”

“That’s it.”

“Don’t look like much.”

Hansen tapped on the cat-sized prison. Nothing happened. “Looks can be deceiving. You know that.”

“ I’m not impressed.”

“You should be. Impressed and afraid. This thing was the size of a peanut when it was found.” Hansen pressed a button. The object jumped, nibbled at the table, and the shield, and grew. “Didn’t you read the report?”

Anderson paled. “Why don’t you fill me in?”

“Meet the first of the Destroyer of Worlds.”

“The first?” Anderson tapped the back of his chair. “How did he slip by our security?”

Hansen nodded toward the interrogation room. “Apparently, he was smuggled in with a shipment of foodstuffs and household goods-tucked away in the snacks and toys where he wouldn’t be noticed. Our prisoner swears he found him in a box of Cracker Jacks.”