Piotr bit his lip, tracking the streak in the bright blue sky as Jalima piloted his prototype toward the invading spacecraft.
The explosion temporarily blinded him even as he cheered “You did great, kid! You saved us!”
He congratulated himself, too. He was responsible for stopping the invasion! After all, it was his design that let her do that fancy flying and shooting.
Three months later, he wasn’t cheering.
“We’re sorry, Mr. Daradov, but we’re not hiring anyone with expertise in ‘extraterrestrial extermination.’ Perhaps you could try a pest control position?”
Now the invasion was over, his talents were no longer a commodity. Just like before.
This story follows Aftermath: Clean-Up.