Desert Crossing
Seven friends enjoying a rideMotorbikes through the desert
Heading back to camp for the night
One of them sees something strange
He goes to investigate alone
A dumb move on his part for sure
In a warehouse he sees several men
Molding blue gel-like balls
The size of a baseball they seem to be
Curious and puzzled, he sneaks in
Managing to snare one of the balls
It seemed warm to the touch
Just then he is spotted and runs
He gets on his bike and speeds off
Not knowing the people are in hot pursuit
He reaches the others just in time
The pursuit is halted and the men turn back
The friends speeding off the seek answers
One of them sends the ball to a scientist
Who reports that is is nothing he's ever seen before
A secret mystery of the sci fi realm
To find the answer the friends must delve
Into the world of space aliens and the X Files
Just what they need to end their fun packed day
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