Chapter 43: Alien Resistant People

MILO’S POV

What we learn, making our way back to the yacht, is that Bilbao, despite having fallen at the beginning of the invasion, is a hotbed of alien activity. We encounter three more groups on the way back, and I wish I had made more potassium chlorate and sugar bombs. Instead, we attack the small groups and pass by the larger ones. I count them in my head and make note of their positions. I’ll be back for them. This place is not theirs. It is mine. It belongs to my family. Despite what Nori says and the bit of soil I sleep upon, this land had nourished generations of my family. They can’t have it.

We get back to the yacht close to daybreak, our ammo completely tapped out.

Maaka turns to me as the others file into our boat. His face is smudged with soot, making it look like he has more facial tattoos than he actually does. His eyes gleam.

“Your bombs are a shining scientific achievement,” he tells me.