Chapter 33Despite his speed, by the time Montreal got close to the doorway to the surface, the invasion was already well under way. He stared sadly at the dead Drones and wondered if they’d already found their own grounded spaceship when movement caught his eye.
Montreal studied a trio of approaching soldiers. Their lizard-like bodies were squat, solid, and where their suits didn’t cover, their skin was grey-green and thickly scaled. I hope it doesn’t come to hand-to -hand combat. They may be smaller than me, but they look like they’re solid muscle.
Their speech was slow and guttural, interspersed with clicks and hisses. Montreal pressed hard against the solid rock. The trio looked as though they were going away from him, when one stopped, and Montreal could swear it was sniffing.
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