"Boring's good, Red. I'm a fan of boring. Head down." He pulled his comrade down by his jacket, hurling a flash-bang over their makeshift bunker. Both of the species in the talks were nocturnal on their home planets, so light-sensitivity was a given.
The flash went off, prompting shrieks and curses from both sides. "Moving now." Alex barks and heads for the next covered location. His eyes flicker around the area as he dives to safety again, his mind mapping out a plan.
At this point, he'll settle for a fast plan, if not a good one.
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