Chapter Thirty
Ben saw the shuttle in the distance, and the boxes were heavy. He smiled as they approached. He wished he could take a shower, but shuttles didn’t have showers, and if they did, he imagined it would be broken like everything else. Because that was his luck.
He scratched his head, balancing the boxes with his other hand, then continued moving forward.
A shadow passed over them.
“What was that?” Ben asked.
He glanced over to Ned who was staring at the sky with wide eyes and dropped jaw.
“What is it?” Ben asked.
Ben tried to move his head to look up into the sky, but the sun was always in his direct vision. “Is it a pterodactyl?”
Ned shook his head. “Dragons!”
“What?” Ben asked.
“Duck,” Ned shouted.
Ned rushed forward and tackled Ben to the ground. The boxes Ben held
