[FlamingCreeper]

"Abigail Jones?", one of the men asked, his voice instantly translated and morphed by the special implant he wore in his mouth. The implant was very uncomfortable, but he had been told it would increase the probability of success by 11.38%, so he had worn it anyway. Besides, even if he was about to kidnap a girl, he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for her, especially knowing that she would be of the utmost importance in his race's future.

"Please open the door so we can speak to you. We know you are doubtful in trusting us, but the fate of countless many souls lies with your descisions. We mean only the best for you and your kind."

The other man fingered his pocket, knowing that if the girl didn't comply, they would have no choice but to force thier way in, sedate the girl and neutralize the entire building when they were done. He hoped that she would open the door so he didn't have to take such drastic measures.