SF Drabble #221 “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?”

Rane eased the Chariot to a stop. “I’m at the base of the lander. He’s right behind me, maybe ten meters. Ran the whole way. What now?”

“Not sure. Stand by.”

“Sure, fine, I’ll just hang around out here with the alien in the giant alien mecha-suit.”

“Has he made any threatening moves? Anything at all?”

“No. Perfect gentleman. My mother would have approved.”

“Okay, Control signaled: they want better video. Cooley is coming out with the camera.”

“The High-Def camera?”

“Yes, Rane.”

“…that looks like a pistol?”

There was a pause before the response came. “I see your point.”

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