Dewey’s cell phone rang, ruining his aim. The alien mutants took advantage of his distraction and blew him out of the sky, chunks of him and his craft raining down on the surface of Mars.
“Your ass is ringing, mister,” one of the kids glaring at him pointed out.
“Right. I’m done anyway.” Dewey stepped back, and a ring of boys crowded into his spot. Dewey pulled out his phone, wondering if his pay would stretch to pay for the game system. Maybe if he cut back on roses and stuff for Bryn. She never thanked him for his offerings anyway. She always thanked Phagan, but he wasn’t paying for the stuff. Life was so not fair.
“Hyatt?” Luke’s voice cut across his musings. “You and Amelia all right?”
“Yeah, sure…” Dewey trailed off, as he looked around and realized Amelia was nowhere in sight. Th
