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it and we’re out of the city in ten minutes with an assload of cash. Don’t bestupid.” He points to me. “The next person who comes in might not be some dumb girl. It might be cops or the National Guard or some shit. You wanna be standing around like this when they get here?”
    I somehow manage to keep my cool and not slam him against the wall.
    â€œI’m betting the cops have more important things on their minds than you right now.” I turn to Jay. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    My mom’s voice might be telling me to slow down and help people, but I’m guessing she’d take exception to these fools. If they want to get wasted stealing a bunch of cash that’s their problem, not mine.
    The guy who’s not holding the duffel bag lets out a big exaggerated groan and pushes past Jay. In seconds he’s out on the sidewalk, looking around. He calls back to the others inside.
    â€œStreet’s empty.” He waves his gun around. “Come on, you bitches.”
    Jay gives me one last look, and then makes for the exit. They’re a few steps away from the door when the guy outside yells and fires off a few rounds farther up the street. Some kind of blast rips through the guy outside. He drops like a rock. Suddenly, the street gets bright. A light drops down from above and shines into the bank, blinding me. I raise my arm to cover my eyes and back away out of instinct. It takes me a second torealize that it’s not just a spotlight hovering in the air, pouring light inside.
    It’s a ship.
    â€œHoly shit, get do—”
    I don’t get to finish the sentence. An electronic sizzling fills the air as the small ship fires on us. The windows shatter. I hit the ground hard, army crawling to cover behind a kiosk in the middle of the bank. Jay and the other guy stay standing, guns drawn, firing at the light. Idiots. I shout at them again, but it’s no use. Jay doesn’t last long. Some kind of light bursts through his chest, different from the electric shots I saw earlier. I wince. The guy with the duffel bag turns to run, but he doesn’t get far before he’s taken out too, the bag sliding across the floor towards the back.
    Three people dead, just like that.
    I lie motionless, hoping there’s not some kind of heat-seeking missile or something on the ship that can find me. Maybe if I don’t move, don’t even breathe , I’ll be okay.
    Then I hear the footsteps. A group of aliens—probably the ones I saw earlier—are congregating outside.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    They bark at each other in their weird language. Then one of them steps forward, creeping through the shattered window. He’s dressed in black tactical gear like the others and has spiraling tattoos that run fromthe top of his shaved head to down behind his ears. His boot kicks Jay, who doesn’t respond.
    He does the same thing with the other guy, who’s also toast. I pray that he’s just going to turn around and leave. Instead, he keeps wandering farther back into the bank, his weapon drawn, looking for other people. I make myself as small as possible, curling into a ball against the kiosk. But I’m not small enough. He’s coming from the back of the bank when he glances over and locks eyes with me.
    I’m screwed.
    My hands shoot forward and the alien flies, slamming into the back wall of the bank hard enough that he turns into a cloud of alien dust. I can hear voices from the front again, and I peek around the kiosk to see two other freaks stepping forward, blasters out. My mind races. I don’t know if the kiosk can handle much more damage. There may be a way out the back or something, but if the ship starts blasting again, I’m probably dead.
    I try to prioritize and deal with the closest danger. With a wave of my hand, the guns the two Mogadorians in front are carrying fly away, thrown back into the street. There’s