For a moment Archer didn’t say a thing and he wrestled with the need to confirm the stuff crowding his head, or to just play dumb. Did he trust this animal? In the end it didn’t matter because the creature lifted his head and sniffed the air.
“But that doesn’t make sense,” Archer said. “Why would you ask us to help them if you don’t care?”
“What’s a flaming tree?” Archer asked, stepping forward, but just like that the little animal was gone, a blur of purple and yellow streaking past him.
“Call me Bruce,” was all Archer heard.
“Dash. I don’t see an entrance anywhere. Can you run a scan?”