I gulped as that aforementioned sweat trickled down my brow and promptly stung my eyes. I thought to rub those aforementioned eyes, but my hands were still raised in a don’t shoot us kind of way. “Tell them that the government means to leave this universe and invade ours. They’ll be left here to die,” I said.
Milo translated. They replied. Milo’s frown didn’t so much as move a muscle.
“What did they say?” Craig asked from my opposite side.
“They feel sorry for our universe, they said,” replied Milo as a hopeful expression briefly flowered across my face. “Still, they’re going to kill us, and pray that some Earthling food makes it back their way, post-invasion.” Yeah, that hopeful expression of mine grew weedy and promptly withered.
Their weapons were c****d—the bad kind of c****d. I sq
