“I told
you, make sense. Or move so you’re not between me and my truck.”
“Yeah, this must be strange for you.
But hold on to your ass, because I’m about to blow all the circuits. Do you
believe in life on other planets?”
Selena tightened her grip on the
bat. Thompson seemed lucid, but she acted far from rational. Following Selena
into the Everglades. Telling her she was looking for a person who could blow crap
up. Wearing that bizarre green vest that appeared thick and stiff, like body
armor. And what was with the utility belt on her waist, an accessory worthy of
Batman, with the longest flashlight ever slung from it? At least there was no
sign Thompson carried a firearm.
PTSD.
It’s all the rage for those of us who saw combat. Wasn’t she hurt in an
explosion?
Selena eyed her warily.
“Extraterrestrials, huh? It’s a massive universe out there, so it’s possible, I
suppose.”
“Good. Let me introduce you to your
first alien. Arga, come on over and say hi.”
The shape of a huge man, maybe the
biggest Selena had ever seen, moved from around her pickup. Son of a bitch, had
he been hiding there the whole while? Selena tensed and readied the bat.
He edged closer, giving her a better
look in the dying light of the day. Stripes. He was painted all over in
stripes. He was naked and painted all over in ivory stripes over deep brown
skin.
Can’t
be naked. His pole’s not out and waving. Wait—what the fuck is up with those
ears?
He stood next to Thompson, his eyes
shimmering like silvery twin moons in his striped face. Under large, pointed
ears. Striped fox ears.
The earth shifted beneath Selena’s
feet. She choked, “What the hell is this shit?”
No release date set.
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