looked taken aback, like he had no idea what she could possibly be talking about.
Jack shoved him outside the force field and said, “Do your thing, dude.”
Hank stumbled, regained his footing, looked back at them once and then he got in the moment.
His skin rippled, like it was crawling with hidden bugs. It seemed to glow as it roiled and quivered and then all at once a shock wave erupted from his body in all directions.
They didn’t feel the mighty blast from within the protection of the bubble but they saw the destruction it wrought. The Greys were all knocked backwards through the air; some of their armor was damaged or destroyed completely. Only about half of them recovered, the others having died from the impact of the nearly invisible blast. The dead smoldered and the living tamped out the flames on their armor.
One of the four soldiers inside the bubble said, “Holy shit. He brags about it all the time but I didn’t know he was telling the truth.”
Only then did they all notice that Hank had obliterated all of his own clothes. All that remained was a jockstrap that looked as though it were made of steel.
Jack considered helping Hank get rid of the survivors but he didn’t have to because Hank had already recharged and released another blast. The second one killed the remaining Greys. It was pretty grisly but that was how Hank’s power worked. It blew things to pieces.
When Jack looked back at Sally he saw she had a big grin on her face. He understood why now. She hated the Greys more than he’d known for what they’d done to her family.
Hank walked back to them, glowered at Jack and shoved him hard in the chest. “Don’t ever push me around again.”
Jack didn’t move back an inch from the shove. He smiled and apologized even though he knew it would do no good. Hank hated him in every conceivable way.
Watson said, “Is everyone alright?”
Nods in the affirmative came back to him.
“Good. Hank, find some pants for God’s sake. We need to go.”
Jack shook his head. “Not yet. This is a good spot for us as long as they keep coming one at a time.”
He looked at his mom to see if she agreed and he was shocked to see her in tears. “What’s wrong?”
She stammered, “I don’t know. I’m just being silly, I guess. I’m not used to seeing so much death.”
Sally put an arm around her. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t think I want to.”
Jack said, “We have no choice. If we don’t kill them, they’ll kill us. It’s not like we want to do this.”
His mom just smiled weakly and nodded.
Itching for a Fight
The First Mate said, “I have their coordinates streaming to the troops in real time so that I don’t have to give them constant updates. I’d like to join in now.”
Shaylo said, “I was thinking you’d join the mop-up crew.”
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to battle these super humans. There’s no greater honor than taking on a worthy adversary like them.”
He nodded slowly. “I understand. Suit up and grab a shuttle. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Do you want me to send a replacement until then?”
“Yes. Send someone you don’t like because I’ll probably take the frustrations that you’ve caused me out on them.”
A twinkle in her eye along with an impish grin told him all he needed to know about her. She thought she had him wrapped around her little finger. She wasn’t wrong.
“Thank you, sir. You are truly a great man.”
“Shut up and get out of my sight.”
He fingered the sword on his hip. It was an archaic relic that was of little use in the more advanced skirmishes but he always brought it along on missions just in case. It was a sort of lucky charm that had the right look to it to instill fear in his enemy and in his underlings alike. He’d be using it soon on whomsoever she sent back. The death would serve as a reminder to her that he was still capable of horrible atrocities and hopefully convince her
Jack shoved him outside the force field and said, “Do your thing, dude.”
Hank stumbled, regained his footing, looked back at them once and then he got in the moment.
His skin rippled, like it was crawling with hidden bugs. It seemed to glow as it roiled and quivered and then all at once a shock wave erupted from his body in all directions.
They didn’t feel the mighty blast from within the protection of the bubble but they saw the destruction it wrought. The Greys were all knocked backwards through the air; some of their armor was damaged or destroyed completely. Only about half of them recovered, the others having died from the impact of the nearly invisible blast. The dead smoldered and the living tamped out the flames on their armor.
One of the four soldiers inside the bubble said, “Holy shit. He brags about it all the time but I didn’t know he was telling the truth.”
Only then did they all notice that Hank had obliterated all of his own clothes. All that remained was a jockstrap that looked as though it were made of steel.
Jack considered helping Hank get rid of the survivors but he didn’t have to because Hank had already recharged and released another blast. The second one killed the remaining Greys. It was pretty grisly but that was how Hank’s power worked. It blew things to pieces.
When Jack looked back at Sally he saw she had a big grin on her face. He understood why now. She hated the Greys more than he’d known for what they’d done to her family.
Hank walked back to them, glowered at Jack and shoved him hard in the chest. “Don’t ever push me around again.”
Jack didn’t move back an inch from the shove. He smiled and apologized even though he knew it would do no good. Hank hated him in every conceivable way.
Watson said, “Is everyone alright?”
Nods in the affirmative came back to him.
“Good. Hank, find some pants for God’s sake. We need to go.”
Jack shook his head. “Not yet. This is a good spot for us as long as they keep coming one at a time.”
He looked at his mom to see if she agreed and he was shocked to see her in tears. “What’s wrong?”
She stammered, “I don’t know. I’m just being silly, I guess. I’m not used to seeing so much death.”
Sally put an arm around her. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t think I want to.”
Jack said, “We have no choice. If we don’t kill them, they’ll kill us. It’s not like we want to do this.”
His mom just smiled weakly and nodded.
Itching for a Fight
The First Mate said, “I have their coordinates streaming to the troops in real time so that I don’t have to give them constant updates. I’d like to join in now.”
Shaylo said, “I was thinking you’d join the mop-up crew.”
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to battle these super humans. There’s no greater honor than taking on a worthy adversary like them.”
He nodded slowly. “I understand. Suit up and grab a shuttle. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Do you want me to send a replacement until then?”
“Yes. Send someone you don’t like because I’ll probably take the frustrations that you’ve caused me out on them.”
A twinkle in her eye along with an impish grin told him all he needed to know about her. She thought she had him wrapped around her little finger. She wasn’t wrong.
“Thank you, sir. You are truly a great man.”
“Shut up and get out of my sight.”
He fingered the sword on his hip. It was an archaic relic that was of little use in the more advanced skirmishes but he always brought it along on missions just in case. It was a sort of lucky charm that had the right look to it to instill fear in his enemy and in his underlings alike. He’d be using it soon on whomsoever she sent back. The death would serve as a reminder to her that he was still capable of horrible atrocities and hopefully convince her
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