“She’s ready to go Zharnth.”
“Thanks.”
Mitch helped the odd-shaped pilot climb into the cockpit then went through the safety checks with him. The pilot pulled on an oxygen mask and headed down the runway.
Mitch watched as the crop duster opened its hatches and started spraying pesticide. He started to choke and his body stiffened. The paralysis had set in.
Zharnth looked over his shoulder and watched the airplane mechanic fell to the ground. He reached for his communicator.
“Mission Pest Control is underway. Earth should be clear for clean-up in a few hours.”
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