The bellethers watched as one of their own slowly dropped to the ground, head rolling and bouncing almost playfully on the bleak surface of Mars. And before any of them could react, the aliens all found themselves hugging the hull of their ship. The integrity of their suits was compromised without them even knowing what had just happened.
As for the one who might've done that to them, he was now casually checking on the hostages like he didn't do anything at all.
"Can the three of you breathe properly?" Adam said, gently motioning for the hostages to come toward him. None of them answered, however, and they only stared at him, and then at each other.
Adam didn't continue with his queries and instead just studied each of their faces. Two were women, and the other seemed to be a boy in his teens. The three of them had one thing in common—their faces were sunken, their eyes bloodshot, and their lips completely dry.
