Anais picked at the lump under her knuckle. It was growing. They would notice soon.
The cell door slid open with a suction hiss. One of the creatures lurched inside, reptilian in its plated compression suit. It threw something at her feet.
“Make your confession,” it said.
Anais looked down and nearly laughed. A pen and paper? They must have been watching too many old movies.
“I’ll need time,” was all she said.
When the creature left, she picked up the pen and started to dig. In a few hours, she would release the parasite. She would end this war.
Author’s Note: I set out for a walk one night with the aim of coming up with a short story idea. The result was this drabble.
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