Anton Kincaid’s house:
Anton stared at the aliens sitting at the large table in his big screen. The façade of his spaceship room served him. The aliens didn’t even question that he could help them. Their hope of winning earth was hanging in the balance. Tan the reincarnate was strong. Stronger than they thought. He has won three fights so far. And he looked like he was going to do well in the next fight as well, unless he helped them. And he had the best plan.
He was going to help them, Anton decided. Because he wanted the same thing they wanted. The world to be in another being’s hands, and not human hands. Maybe those beings will be kind, and treat it better. Unlike humans who kill, pollute and ravage the earth like they had every right to do so.
“Is he ready?” one of the alien
