A week after leaving Saguaro, we landed on Polvo. My heart pounded as we got ready to leave the ship.
As I got ready to see home for the first time in over two decades.
“Remember.” Guapo grabbed an ultraviolet rifle off the rack on the cargo bay wall. “If you see yourself coming, shoot to kill.” He wrapped one black-gloved hand around the barrel of the rifle and curled the other around the grip.
“That’s kind of a no-brainer, isn’t it?” Frogface snickered. “You see yourself, you’re either lookin’ at a mirror or one of these reflejo creatures.”
“It’s harder than you think, killing your identical twin,” said Guapo. “Why do you think so few people have managed to do it?”
“It’s the perfect camouflage.” I finished braiding my long, brown hair in a ponytail and flipped it over my sho
