Neutralized

100-word story [1]

Deputy Gwex sat in the squarest, smallest office on Planet Vinn, surrounded by glass monitors.

Alert! flashed across the screens. Gwex snapped out of his post-lunch stupor, reached with a tentacle, and tapped a monitor.

The Intergalactic Currency Exchange appeared. Gwex swiped left, yawning.

Two humans wearing black masks and backpacks stumbled over each other as they dashed out of the bank. Both men carried guns.

Gwex garbled “Neutralize” in his guttural alien tongue.

Silver drones materialized out of thin air. ZAP!

“These fools,” Gwex muttered. “When will they learn?”

Vinn had become a cesspool since this idiot race arrived.


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