For a second John blurred. No, he moved so fast that Monty only saw his afterimages. Just a centimeter away, John glared at Monty. "Next time, you lay a finger on- you even point your damn finger at my buddy, and I'll 'push' you off the ship. Understood?" His voice was robotic. No emotions. But his eyes were a different story; bloodshot.
Conquering Space With My Licking System
Sci-fi · Nr_Yet1208
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