Lisa frowned. “Yes, everybody and everything they have ever known is under threat.”
Luke took her hand; her skin was soft.”Enough work talk when I have such a beautiful woman in front of me.”
She smiled. “So, you think I am beautiful? I feel the same way.”
Gasps went up from those around them.
The old bartender dropped one of the drinks he was carrying.
Luke turned his chair to look at the holographic display. It was in the indecipherable local language, but the images of the alien ships made it clear.
They have arrived.
Luke’s stomach turned. “I guess we’d better be making it back to our posts.”
“Yes,” Lisa replied. Her eyes fixated on what she saw before her. “But, first.”
She reached over, putting his face in her palms, and pressed her lips against his. “We’ll finish our date soon.”
Luke nodded, wishing they were somewhere other than a warzone.
They got up and parted ways.
Luke headed straight for his sentry point on the fortifications. Unsure what to expect, he thought every second would count. But it was more like a slow descent into hell.
Timothy’s bloodied head lay in front of him. He needed to stop the bleeding.
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