The one thing that a police station doesn’t need is nuisance calls.
The Desk Sergeant finally got off the phone. Being one of the largest stations in the capital city, it received more than its fair share of these types of callers. The gentleman that he had just spoken with was a regular caller. He, and other conspiracy-theorists like him, were forever calling up to let the authorities know what was really going on. They would get calls ranging from princess Diana’s death, faked moon landings, population control by COVID-19, the 9/11 cover-up, JFK’s assassination, the holocaust that didn’t happen, secret societies that were controlling the world, right through to the Earth being flat. The officer duly made a brief note of the call and the time.
He was shaking his head as the Superintendent walked past.
“What now?” Asked the Super.
“Oh! Nothing to bother yourself with, sir. That was Mr Nuisance calling up with another of his crackpot ideas.”
Grinning, the other said, “Go on.”
Tapping his notes with his pen, the Sergeant said, “Something about a group of flying saucers buzzing the city, sir.”
At that moment, they heard screaming coming from outside and a great buzzing sound that was growing louder.
