The soft, blue sky and sounds of chipping birds didn’t soften the concerned look on the man’s face as he peered out the window.
“They’re out there, son.” He warned. “They came during the night. Pods hidden amongst the landscape. They’re hidden, but I know they’re there. I can smell them.”
His words were confirmed with tightening eyelids and a terse nod.
“It’s not like last time.” He continued. “Last time easy to spot. They were bigger and ugly. Everyone knew they were dangerous. This time, though; this time they were smart. The pods are small, so they’re easy to hide. They’re brightly colored, too. It makes them easier to find, but also lulls its victims into a sense of false security. There’s got to be hundreds of them out there.”
The soldier steps back and racks his rifle. “Clack-clack!”
“Don’t worry, Dad. I got this” He says with confidence.
A brightly colored basket is lowered in between them.
“Why don’t you collect them instead of shooting them.” The mother says to her son.”
“Aw, Mom!” The boy protests as she disarms the young soldier.
“No, no. She’s right!” The father chimes. “Gunfire will alert them to your presence. You need to stalk them, special ops style, and bring them back to the home base for study and interrogation. They’ll crack under the pressure!”
Mom rolls her eyes as the child bolts out the door.