Z takeing the elevator down to the floor. Z not even out of the elevator yet when, he sees agent G holding a file

"Sir?" G said

"G we do this every day!" Z said with some frustration "Can I atleast get out of the elevator, and maybe get a cup of Coffee, before you tell me?"

"Well Sir it's kind of pressing"

"Shoot" Z said rubing his temple as if he had a headache.

"We picked up huge amounts of some unknown radiation dead center Time Square. We think its a crashed alien craft, should we get it?" G told Z

Z shot his head out of his hands and stored at G, confused and angry he asked "Why was no one dispached? Someone could of told everyone!"

"Well that's the thing, sir" G said as he swallowed hard "no one has done anything"

"Then You and H head down there this instant and I want you to find out everything, and then a full report by lunch" Z said walking to his office.

"H!" G yelled "we have work!"

...

G and H went it down to Time Square, and in the place of the radiation, there was a big london police phone box.

"This is strange" said H "it dosen't look like any kind of ship I have ever seen."

"It could be a ad campaign, or it could belong to a street performer." G replied

"But, then why would it give off radiation" H rebutted back

"Excuse me!" A man from behind them said H and G turn to see a man who looked late 20s, wareing a bowtie and a purpleish tweed jackit "What are you going to try to do with my box?"