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Marysville, Washington
April 9th 2035
“Strange!” The sun had broken through the fog, and Moore was having coffee on the backyard picnic table. The kitchen’s sliding glass door opened, and Redhawk stuck his head out.
“You think it’s safe to be outside?”
Moore shrugged. “Safe is a relative term.”
Redhawk laughed. He straddled the picnic table’s bench and stared out into the rising fog as if seeing the world anew. “Here we are together again, in an extraterrestrial play about to determine the destiny of the human race.”
“You and I were chosen and guided by something bigger than us right from the moment we took our first breath.”
“I have a feeling we might not survive what’s about to happen.”
“Something’s coming to an end,” Moore concurred. Feeling the vibration in his pocket, he
