Chapter 7
Jack and Sam walked out into the noisy tide of humanity. Jack sighed and looked around in boredom.
-Ho hum. What to do?
Sam smiled.
-Come on. I'm sure we can find something to whet your appetite.
-In this place? I doubt it.
They walked down the main drag. A moment or two later Sam stopped in front of a booth and laughed.
-This could be fun.
-Ya think?
It was one of those cheesy little booths where you try to hit moving targets with a pellet gun. The proprietor of the booth smiled and gestured toward them.
-Step right up, folks. Hit just one of the five targets and win a prize.
Jack smiled.
-Well, Carter, should we take a whack at it?
-Oh yah.
They paid their four tickets and were each handed an orange pellet gun. Within 30 seconds they had obliterated the ten tiny targets. The man stared in shock.
-Wow. That was impressive.
Jack smiled and blew on the gun the way cowboys do in movies.
-Thanks. So...what do we win?
The man turned around, grabbed two gigantic inflated aliens and gave them to Sam and Jack. Sam rolled her eyes as they started walking again.
-Well, Colonel, these look like somebody I know.
-I have absolutely no idea who you mean.
They both laughed at the resemblance between their prizes and the Asgard, specifically their dear friend Thor. Jack grinned.
-You know, I think I'll give mine to Thor the next time I see him. I bet he'll get a kick out of it.
-I'm sure he will. Colonel, don't you think it's weird how people have all these stereotypes about aliens that are mostly true?
-What you mean that they're short and gray and have big bald heads?
-Yah.
-No, I don't think it's weird. It's just a coincidence.
-I don't believe in coincidence.
-Oh...do you wanna put these in the truck so we don't have to carry them around?
-Sure.
They turned around and headed back the way they had come.