it,” Gabriel said, smiling. “They think we’re travelers from the future.”
“They believe because they want to believe,” Grace said. “They think the future is horrible; they think they can change that.”
“They have no idea,” Gabriel said, shaking his head, “where we’re really from.”
“They’re naïve,” Bethany said. “I almost have second thoughts.”
Grace shot a look, became stern. “You have a mission, soldier; do not forget your pledge.”
“Of course. I am…sorry.”
Silence followed.
“I miss the home world already,” Gabriel said, easing the tension. “When do we begin the invasion?”
“In three months, when the final teams have arrived,” Grace said. “More soldiers are being sent every day, now that we have spent years infiltrating all the correct government infrastructures.”
“They think their future is set,” Gabriel said, and laughed; “they haven’t a clue what is coming!”
The three stood and saluted in the fashion of their world, their culture, their military.
“Victory,” Grace said.
“Conquest,” Gabriel said.
“Enslavement,” Bethany muttered.
—July-August, 2010
San Diego
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