Tabitha knocked on the door. There was no response. She looked back at me with a frown.
“Try again,” I tell her.
She knocked more loudly this time.
She could hear something coming from behind the door.
Then the door opened slightly.
Tabitha spoke.
“I wonder what kind of day it is on Earth? Must be thirty degrees.”
Instinctively, I knew she was telling them a password, but with plausible deniability.
The door opened revealing a red skinned man in tattered clothes. He looked old with wrinkes covering his forehead.
“Come on in brothers. There is nothin’ to be scared of. Dis is a safe zone. My name is Zen”
So in we went through a narrow hallway to a small room, with a circular table at its centre.
Two other red skinned people in suits were there but quickly left through a rear door on our entry.
“What can I do for you guys? I wasn’t expecting yous,” Zen said politely.
Tabitha took the lead.
“We need your help. We are on a classified mission for the resistance. Things have gone slightly awry. We need to make it to Xena5.”
“Xena5, are you sure?” His eyes aghast.
“We are,” I replied steadfastly.
Then we heard a sound going off. It was a siren coming from outside.
“What is that?” Tabitha asked.
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