Meeting an alien, who meets an aggressive member of Earth:
“Anyway,
now that you doubt your sanity, prepare for things to get worse. Another bunch
of aliens called the Monsuda are preparing to invade Earth. They’ll take it
too, killing and enslaving our people in the process.”
“Wait,
we really are being invaded?”
“Not
yet. But it’s coming if we don’t do something to stop them.” Arga turned from
his examination of swamp plants to answer her.
And
once more, her gaze went to his crotch. Come
on, Baumer, pull it together. Stop watching for surprise party favors to jump
out.
She
gazed in a safe direction, at Thompson. “I’ve gone crazy. Funny, that. The
bullshit with my parents and the cult didn’t do it; watching people blow
themselves and others to kingdom come didn’t do it; destroying my military
career didn’t do it; but being fired today finally pitched me over the edge.
It’s interesting, don’t you think?”
Thompson
squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. “Focus, Boom-Boom. I know the situation is
out there, but—”
She
was cut off by crashing from the grasses. Arga uttered a startled noise and
staggered. An alligator clung to his calf, wriggling and chewing, as if fighting
to find a better grip.
No release date set.
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