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Re: Little Green Men? 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Jack stared at the spaceship, dumbstruck. Aliens were real. Not only were they real, but they were really real. Three little green men had set up camp; they sat around a fire, chattering in some unknown language. A couple of meters from the camp site lay a pile of bodies, they looked like mercs, but she wasn't certain.

Suddenly, she wished she'd brought that sniper rifle.

“Funny looking raiders,” Boone whispered in her ear.

She ignored the shiver he sent racing up her spine.

“No one likes a smart ass, Boone,” she said.

“Guess you'd know about that,” he said, “How about we change things up for once and you let me pick them off from back here instead of running at them like a crazy person?”

“You're hilarious today. Taking lessons from Arcade?” she asked, “Besides, shouldn't we at least try to talk to them? They might not be hostile. They might be friendly.”

“What are the odds?”

“It could happen,” she said.

“Right. And I'm the head of Caesar's Frumentarii.”

The decision, unfortunately, was made for them while they were arguing about it. The alien who must have been the head honcho turned and looked right at them. Jack froze, ducking back down behind the rock, but it was too late. She could hear alarmed, enraged shrieking coming from the campsite.

“Good job,” Boone said.

“This is not my fault!”

“Heh. Could have fooled me,” Boone said, almost but not quite grinning, “Still think they just want to be friends?”

She heard the air sizzle as the aliens fired at them. Laser blasts scorched the rock. Why had she packed her trusty power fist instead of her sniper rifle? Boone slid her bag off his shoulder and passed it to her. She scrambled to find her plasma defender.

“Oh you! You probably scared them with the Boone Scowl of Death, don't think I didn't see the way you glowered at them.”

“I don't—-what'd you call it? Glower? Remind me to hide your thesaurus when we get back.”

“Ha. Glower is practically your middle name.”