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Josh pressed against the sand, watching as the pirates woke before dawn. The sky grew brighter in the distance. Two pirates stretched and strolled over to work on the fighters. The other two sat at a crate serving as a table near the spacecraft. They studied a battered display and held a discussion in hushed tones.
“Those two must be the pilots,” Josh whispered, pointing toward the crate. “If this is going to work, I’ll have to take out one of them first.”
Waylon grumbled. “I don’t know if I like this plan.”
“It’s the best we’ve got and only two hours until sunrise.”
“All right.” He thrust a massive finger in Josh’s direction. “You just make sure this works. Got it?”
“If I can’t, I won’t be around for you to harass.”
“True enough. Fate be good.”
Waylon crawled away to work on hi
