Justin raises his hands. “Hey there, hey there,” he says in a calm voice. “We come in peace.”
Three of the children are aiming their guns at us over their breakfast table, here in the desert. The other children look at us with fear in their eyes.
“Everybody, keep your guns down,” Justin instructs everyone in a calm tone. “Master Mind, step in front of her.”
The three kids all point their guns at Justin.
“You’re not going to shoot me, are you going to shoot me?” he says in a very calm voice, his arms still raised, as Master Mind places himself between Joy and the children. “Do you understand English? Parlez vous Francais? Dreamers, prepare something that will protect us from bullets,” he says that last sentence in the same tone as if speaking to the children.
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