The alien’s communicator beeped.

Radio waves? How primitive.

The audio that played through his glove’s speaker was translated automatically. A message of anger, of revenge, of hatred. The newly elected Earth Leader wanted the alien to leave, and to leave now.

The alien drew its tongues back into its mouth. So much for cooperative little humans. He didn’t bother with a reply, choosing instead to desert them. He was maybe three light-years away when he realized… how did they know an alien was there?

He reversed his speed, coming to a stop just outside the asteroid belt. Looking for something… some clue, some manner by which the filthy humans could have known.

Outside interference? He wasn’t sure. But the scanner on his glove showed no signs of life. Looks like the other species had ruled the Sol system out of their plans. He was warming up his transport when the screen on his glove flickered.

UNIDENTIFIED OBJECT FOUND.

A button press gave him the terrible truth:

LOCATION… SOL:VENUS.