Peeking through the cornfield, the ground was ablaze.
Dan and I didn't speak while we digested the information our eyes were taking in.
After about a minute, the ground rumbled and something began to move in the disturbed area.
A loud hissing sound came loud and fast from the crash site.
Dan looked at me, concern was painted on his face. Maybe a little of it was excitement too.
The top half of a large rock rose from the hole in the ground.
It was another spacecraft like mine, almost exactly like mine.
This one had a very distinct marking.
It was the marking for the Zawn.
A loud screech filled the air, drowning out the hissing sound.
Emperor Shrew had somehow tracked me and sent his second in command down to Earth.
Dan readied his bean bag rifle, "Friends of yours?"
We locked eyes, "That is the most dangerous Zawn in existence. Your bean bag machine isn't going to do anything against him."
He shrugged, "Well, any ideas?"
I nodded, "I've got one. I'm going to need some supplies."
Benkur Zawn climbed from the hole and turned to face us, as if he could sense we were watching from the cornfield.
We didn't have long to take action as Benkur approached.