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Serum

Have they found it? 
No, they wouldn't have.
The last transmission we intercepted said one of their kind perished today.
They can afford to lose people, but we are just a handful.
We need to find that serum fast.
Did you know that they believe the serum is derived from our blood?
Ah! If it's true then why do we need the serum?
Is it why they are always after us?
Shhhh! Did you hear that?
What?
Sounds like someone is tampering with our locks.
Haven't you activate the force shield?
The force shield is weak against their new technology.
Keep still.
I can hear voices.
They are coming for us.
Let's make sure that they don't get what they are looking for.
You mean?
Yes, press the incinerator button.
But...
Press it now, damn it.
Awww, crap the button jammed.
Now what.
Let's go greet them and figure out whether we can help them find the serum.
Hope they don't turn us in to lab rats.
       

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