He ducked back inside the bunker and took a moment to catch his breath. Now that the saucer was here, everything had changed. The massed ranks of flyers weren’t important right now – he would have to shoot to miss. The only thing that mattered was landing a hit on the spinning behemoth that drifted across the sky above them.
He paused for a second. It had to be now. He couldn’t move. Now! Still nothing. What was staying his hand? What was holding him back? Deep in his heart, he knew. The pilot of that saucer wasn’t just another faceless invader – it was his own father.
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