I always thought my father was just a legend, a story to make kids who had a bad day have a reason to think tomorrow would be better, and I never knew differently until my mother was murdered. Of course, I always knew I had a father, but there's a difference between being knowing you were fathered and having a father.
When the world faced an alien invasion, it was my father who worked out how to kill their mothership and went and did it. He left behind my mother, who raised me alone, always telling me as much as I could handle as I grew up about who my father was. I don't think she'd finished.
She hadn't even begun telling me about who she was.
Dr. Sternberg sighed deeply. "I see. So your father killed a Martian mothership?"
"Yeah, he went into—wait a minute. How did you know it was Martian?
But Dr. Sternberg was already peeling off his mask.
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: freddie