Nikki Snow was a up in comming news anchor at her local news station. On
2 years out of college, Nikki quickly made a name for herself getting
several exclusives. Including a interview with a diplomat at a local
military base. Nikki knew her looks also played a role her success 5ft 7
in. 110 lbs with flowing red hair. Nikki always wore skirts she knew it
probably was the reason she was let into areas. 
One night Nikki was working late. Nikki was looking for a story. The 3
days of rain had kept the usuall stuff away. She was just about to give
up when her phone rang. Nikki recognised the voice of the Sargent who
worked at the base. He was the one who tipped her off about the diplomat
on a secret flight. His voice was almost paniced. 
They are moving out in about 1 hour. North end by the old gun range. 
The phone went dead.
Nikki looked at the stories in the area. Nothing but the UFO buffs
claiming something flew over head. Nikki decided maybe a rocket went off
course she was going to check it out. Nikki looked for the film crew
they were 3 hours away covering a wreck. Nikki grabed her camera and
headed out.
Nikki felt lucky to find a old road leading to a broken down gate. She
could see a old building in the distance but she would have to go on
foot to get any good pictures. Nikki went to get her coveralls and
boots, but realised she forgot to pack them after getting her car out of
her shop. 
Nikki looked at herself, she was wearing a Blue skirt suit, matching
hose and heals, and a white silk blouse. Oh hell Nikki thought. I've got
to get this story. Nikki tossed her suit jacket in the car, and set off.
The ground squished as she walked the mud was going to ruin her shoes.
The first little bit was ok, but as she got closer to the building the
ground showed the effects of being bombed. The mud was getting deeper
and had a oatmeal feel. Nikki could feel the mud ooze over her shoes and
start grabbing her nylons. her feet were totaly wet. 
Nikki stopped when her foot sank up to her knee. the cold mud grabbed
her calf. Nikki looked around the land looked like the surface of the
moon. The ground was covered with craters they ranged in size of small
to very large. The rain made it a field of bogs. Nikki was going to have
to very carefull.
Nikki only needed to get to a small rise about 20 feet away from there
she could get some pictures. As Nikki walked the mud coated her legs she
worried about the slurpping giving her away, and being caught by the
guards. Nikki decided to go between 2 small craters to get to the rise.
After 3 steps the ground gave way. Nikki sank to her waist the mud
crawled up her thighs, and around her crotch. Nikki looked aroud what
she did not see before was the 2 small craters were in 1 large crater. 
A panic started to set in as Nikki realized she was sinking. The mud was
just below her breasts. Nikki looked and saw a peice of eqipment
sticking out of the mud. It was a old truck used as a target. The Bumper
was just out of reach. Nikki used the camera strap as a lasso. The
first  try missed she sank up over her breasts. The second missed Nikki
was having trouble keeping her head afloat. The third caught the bumper.
Nikki pulled and her mud coated body sild out of the bog. 
Nikki crawled up the small hill and saw. Armed guards, solders running
peices of equipment being carried out but men in chemical suits.
Suddenly The men started carring out body bags one fell open the body
looked just like those pictures of aliens. Quickly Nikki lifted her
camera only to find it totaly coated with mud.
Nikki found were way back to her car. Mud dripped off of her mocking
her. A the story of the century, and nothing to show but lost shoes, and
mud. Nikki tried to scrape as much of the mud as she could, and left.
Some where on a military base two solders were talking.
Hey Sarg, did you get the video you wanted for the UFO movie the base is
putting together for public relations.
Yea, I got it. (Thinking to himself, And I got the other tape I wanted)
But the sargent continued. I want to try it again so keep the props, and
oh check and see if the old hanger is still standing on the west side,
you know by the old swamp.