Jasper Fforde stood on the roof of the building, his eyes scanning the city skyline. He could see the lights and the colors, the sounds and the smells. He could feel the energy and the vibrancy, the sense of life and excitement.
He smiled and took a deep breath, feeling alive and free. He loved being an alien soldier. He loved the thrill of the missions. He loved the sense of purpose and belonging.
But he also knew that there were risks. There were dangers. There were enemies.
He turned around and saw a figure standing behind him, his eyes narrowed and his expression wary. He could see the unusual features and the strange attire, the sense of otherness and hostility.
"Who are you?" Jasper asked, his voice calm and firm. "What do you want?"
The figure didn't respond, his eyes fixed on Jasper. Jasper could see the hatred and the anger, the sense of determination and malice.
Jasper knew that this was an enemy. He knew that this was a threat. He knew that this was a challenge.
He stood his ground and activated his abilities, his senses heightened and his reflexes ready. He could see the surprise and the confusion on the enemy's face, the sense of disorientation and defeat.
He smiled and approached the enemy, his voice cold and menacing. "You have two choices. You can surrender and be taken into custody. Or you can fight and be destroyed. What's it going to be?"
The enemy hesitated and then chose to fight, his movements wild and desperate. Jasper easily defeated him, his movements precise and efficient.
He looked at the enemy and nodded, his voice stern and firm. "You made the wrong choice. You should have surrendered. You could have been spared. But now it's too late. You'll pay for your crimes."
He turned around and walked away, his heart full of justice and righteousness. He knew that he had done the right thing. He knew that he had protected the city. He knew that he had upheld his duty.
He knew that he was an alien soldier.