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SHIPS IN THE NIGHT
“YOU ... WILL...DIE ... EARTHLING!”
The strident sound emanating from the loudspeaker was
barely audible over the raucous voices of the men and women
staring at the screen in front of them. A young man in plaid
shirt and blue jeans stood tensely at the controls.
“We’ll see who dies!” he yelled, hammering repeatedly at a
red button on the control panel. A burst of multi-colored light
flared across the screen as a score of missiles were jettisoned
from the ship.
“Get it!” screamed one of the women, jumping up and
down, her breasts brushing against the terminal.
One of the missiles was headed on a direct course toward
the invading ship. Just as it was about to strike its target, the
enemy craft took evasive action and disappeared from view.
The aberrant missile exploded violently in the empty void of
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