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 And then, he paused.
“Huh,” he said, lowering the not-camera. “Huh?” I repeated.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said with a shrug, then turned his attention to the body of the Chupacabra. He brought his briefcase over to it and pressed a button that looked similar to the symbol for WiFi, then opened it after a flash of light emitted from it. Inside, there now were several small disks, about the size of the palm of my hand, which he took and began placing onto the body of the beast.
Moments later, the disks began to blink and el Chupacabra faded in and out of existence until it was gone completely.
“It’s done, then,” the Snowbird stated, looking to me with a near vacant expression.
“Done?” I repeated.
“The body of the beast, your ‘Chupacabra’, has been
sent to my ship and is awaiting transport back to our world,” he said, “which, I suppose, means you have nothing to base any claims you may make. I believe that sounds ‘done’ to me. Do you disagree?”
“So, I go free?” I asked, skeptical he’d let me off the hook that easily. Only a minute earlier, he’d made to erase my memory, or even potentially kill me, depending on what that device would do.

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