“This is according to your plan?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of plan was that?”
“The plan was -Do not die.- All is still going according to plan… barely.”
“This is why,” raged Krel over the gunfire aimed in their general direction. “This is why I never get involved with humans!”
“Awright,” admitted Jude. “This is something of a tight spot.”
“TIGHT? We’re cornered and pinned and any minute now, a hover drone is going to get us from above! Amphibian anuses are not this tight!”
“One: it’s ‘frogs ass’. Two: There’s always a way out. Three: How close do these drones fly?”
“Two meters for facial identification… why?”
Jude grinned. She scrabbled at the mud in the roof gardens and smeared it liberally all over her head. Then splattered a generous handful onto Krel.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?” Krel demanded.
“Makin’ it fly closer.”
It was an insanity typical of the species. The human waited until the drone got close and aggressively sabotaged it before it could fire.
“Quick question,” said Jude. “Are they silly enough to send up another drone to see what happened to the first one?”
“Uh. Yes?”
“Brilliant,” the human had a wild fire in her eyes and a manic grin.
If she lived to be a thousand, Krel never wanted to see that look on a human’s face ever again.
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