Chapter 8The wall closed behind me. I jumped, despite the silence of it. I wanted to ask Tag to scan the area again, to look for Milo, now that we were on the other side, but I wasn’t alone. In fact, unlike the rest of the city, the space we were in was teeming with people, easily a couple of dozen, men and women, all of them stunningly attractive. Yippy for that Z chromosome. Not so yippy for me, though, because several of them quickly approached.
They held their palms my way. Apparently, the sign for halt was universal. They spoke. Planet-Sixian, by the way, was clearly not a romance language. It sounded a lot like German, only less, um, romantic. I froze. A deer caught in the headlights was more animate. In other words, when they stopped speaking and were clearly waiting for a reply, I
