She pointed. “That’s how long you’ve got. Make it worth it.”
“It wasn’t my fault–”
She cut him off. “Bzzt. Try another one.”
“It wasn’t me!”
“I was captured by aliens and replaced by a Gerotrossian replicant who managed to ruin my life in the 24 hours he had between insertion and his PseudoSkin simulant dissolving and needing to return to the mothership. I’m actually a space cop from Betelgeuse 19.”
An eyebrow lifted.
“You have my attention. That was at least entertaining. One more minute.”
Galactic Sergeant Olin Cardswallock rubbed his forehead. Sometimes undercover on-planet work wasn’t worth it.
Word Count: 100
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