Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
The boy, I assess him to be about
thirteen years old, comes to a halt and lifts his hands, shaking
where he stands.
Killa immediately lowers her gun,
but Orion keeps his trained on the newcomer.
I don’t trust enough to turn away
either, so I do my best to analyze the young man as he grasps his
knees and pants. The child has skin paler than most earth-bound
humans, just like Orion. Unlike Orion, his hair is almost as pale as
his skin and his eyes are a startling blue.
He lifts his face to those watching
him, and doesn’t even blink at the weapon trained on him. I can
almost make out the veins working overtime to pump blood to his
flushed red, so red against so much white.
“Glad...” he gasps, “you…
came.”
Orion lowers his gun just a
centimeter. “Who sent you?”
“The reverend. He said… you
would come.”
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