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âWell, I havenât! But my friend Winstonâs from the moon, so⊠I know someone from space.â That age old debate of whether or not Winston was an alien was a very tempting topic to bring up but for once she stopped herself. That could be a conversation for another time. âGuess not all alienâs are nice.â She mused; it would be foolish to expect such anyway. Still, she flashed him a bright smile, âIâm glad you escaped though!â
Guess tape just wasnât the answer. She had placed the nerf guns in front of him but as he voiced some concern, she picked one up and aimed it at him. âItâs not hard, you just aim⊠and shoot!â She pulled the trigger and the orange nerf bullet hit his chest. âItâs up to you, love. I donât need them anymore, I got my pistols back; got âem the other day.â She set the nerf gun down again and instead withdrew her real pistols. However, his next question caused her to laugh somewhat nervously; did he need a weapon? WellâŠ
âYou, uh⊠got here at a good time, actually. Some shit went down not so long ago. You know⊠just⊠afewmonstersandstuff⊠aha⊠uh⊠itâs probably best to have something to defend yourself with. I donât know whoâs in charge here but I think they like to mess with us.â It wasnât just the nasty surprises the city threw at themâ there were some unsavoury characters here too, you never know when you find yourself in trouble and honestly, if youâre friends with Lena.. trouble is sure to follow.
âIâve been here about a month, I think. Itâs hard to keep track.â
âYou know someone from the moon?â Not much could impress Matt a la space, but this could be something new. âAre they a, uh-â could Matt say alien? Was that offensive? Maybe he should have asked the evil dictators who kept him captive. Oh, wait. âYou know, a moon native?â Close enough.
Matt held his hands up in fake fear, and as Lena shot him, he groaned. âOof!â he laughed, picking up the foam bullet. âWell, since my staff- wait, sorry, what?â Did Lena just say monsters? Matt looked at his staff, then back at the NERF guns. Matt could hold his own, but if his staff was broken...
âActually,â Matt reached for the NERF guns, âI think Iâll take these after all.â He got up onto his knees and tucked the guns into his belt. Having this extra weight felt... really weird. But if Lena could get used to them, so could Matt. Maybe he could get tips from Lance!
âSo someone set up the monsters to attack? They donât just live here?â That calmed Matt slightly. At least he wonât get attacked for no reason.








