An alien walked into his field of view. Casey held his breath and tried to keep his mind clear of any thought.

The creature walked to the ruined gun platform and gazed down at the mangled metal. Its hand moved up from its side as if motioning the platform to rise and renew the search. Nothing happened, and the alien remained motionless, as if trying to understand what had happened to the small machine.

Eventually, the creature bent and lifted the platform from the ground. It wandered out of view, heading toward the gully.

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Casey relaxed, thoughts quickly coming to mind. Both ruined machines reclaimed. It made sense if the aliens were a group of soldiers in a hostile land with no means of re-supply. They had to repair all the broken equipment if they were to complete their mission. Did the same hold true for the aliens themselves?

They had better weaponry but that would do them no good if they ran out of little green men to man the weapons.

Casey smiled foully, knowing he had found their weakness.

He doubted the aliens had ever come across a sniper.