The kid led me to the dinner table. Mr. Martin and a lady (which I guessed was her wife) were sitting there. Caleb sat next to me and Mrs. Martin cut us all pieces of roasted chicken.
"So, Mr. Conwell," Mr. Martin said while chewing a piece of roasted chicken, "Tell me about yourself."
Wait....what? King Venker didn't give me a cover story! What am I supposed to tell the Martins? Where am I from? What job did I do before?
"Umm, Mr. Martin," I said, "Can you tell me about yourself first?"
Yup. I needed some time to create an explanation.
"Well, okay then." He said. "I work in World Space Organization. "
KA-CHING! That could help with the mission.
"And I'm currently busy in human's Launch to Mars." He continued.
Whoa, this was awesome! We'll see who's smarter, Alex, we'll see who succeeds in this mission.
"Um, hey, I wanted to ask you something." I spoke up. "Are there any jobs available in World Space Organization?"
Mr. Martin's face expression changed.
"Do you know what you're asking? Getting a job in WSO is a really difficult thing."
"I know but I'd go for any job! Even a clerk would be okay!" I blurted out. I just wanted to get in touch with WSO.
"Well...." Mr. Martin said. "You told me any job would be okay. Actually we need somebody who cleans the windows regularly."
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Agent 8
Science Fiction'I came here to change things, but things changed me.' Max Conwell had spent a dreadful life on Planet Venker, but his life takes a sudden turn when he is sent to Earth to complete King Venker's mission. But the craziness begins as a teenager finds...
