Chapter Twelve
Coleridge stood in the center of the bar. It was obvious there had been a fight here. His gaze swept over the bloodstained floor, overturned tables, and shattered chairs to the alien pod sitting in the center of the room.
The bottom of the pod was covered in leaves and mud from the forest floor. He motioned to two soldiers standing beside the large rectangular box.
“Open it,” he ordered.
Coleridge impatiently waited as the two men struggled to open the lid. When the top finally released, he stepped forward. A frown creased his brow as he studied the cloak-covered body inside. The material was dark gray, with dried mud along the lower edges of it.
Snapping his fingers at the soldier standing near the top of the pod, he motioned for the man to remove the covering. A heate
