Chapter 63: The Earthling Authorities

The chain holding Xilon's wrists together snapped. A link popped across the table toward both officers who jumped up, drawing their guns.

"Whoa! Hold it," Simpson yelled.

"Hands up!" the other officer screamed.

Xilon frowned. Why were they so aggravated? "Sorry I broke your bracelets, but I asked you to remove them."

"Okay, okay. Nice and easy, raise your hands over your head." Simpson swallowed audibly, but kept his weapon raised. "No one is going to hurt you if you do what we say."

Xilon snorted. As if human weapons could harm a Renjerian. But then he wasn't Renjerian quite anymore. He was human and had no idea how he'd be affected. Arguing might delay his stay here and he needed to ride a storm back. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth, but raised his hands.

Simpson holstered his weapon, but the other officer kept his drawn and pointed at Xilon's chest.

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