“–half ice and half fire,” Shade said, standing next to the sofa where a couple of her friends were sitting, taking a swig of the Amaretto she’d brought back from Total Wine. “Sound familiar?”
“No,” The Golden Man said, sitting on a cheap banged-up lounge chair which had been placed next to the sofa, across from the TV. “In all my travels through space, that doesn’t sound familiar at all.”
“Why were you on Earth?” Emma asked. She sat on the floor to the right of the sofa, across from The Golden Man. Her eyes sparked with a joy they hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
“I was supposed to collect the emotions of earthlings,” he said, “but you’re all so complex, so mind-bogglingly emotive. I think I snapped. I think I–”
“We all snap, every now and then,” Emma said. “Which planet do you work for?”
“Renflaxxx?” Anne asked, tension in her voice.
“No,” he said, “Fleminick.”
“Sounds like a good place to start,” she said.
“Space travel isn’t easy,” Emma said, rolling her eyes while she took a sip of her beer. “It’s not like you can just commandeer a spaceship.”
“Fleminickian embassy,” Shade said.
“I’m no longer welcome–” The Golden Man said, but Anne cut him off.
“Oh god,” she said.
“What?” Superfreak said. “You alright, Anne?”
“I know where this is going,” she said.
Shade confirmed it: “We just have to steal some information.”