​     The replacers blasted at the outside of Gramps and Abby's house with artillery fire. They fired so relentlessly that they'd at last made a hole in the side of the house for replacers to slip through. The din was incredible.

     And then they started coming in.

​     The replacers.

​     If left unchallenged, they would fill the house within minutes.

​     Their only obstacle: Abby.

​     She stood at the end of the first floor hallway. She held a grenade rifle, only this grenade rifle was designed by the Azure, so it was far advanced in comparison to weapons any Earth army uses now.

​     She aimed it where the replacers crawled in through the ever widening hole they created.

     Bye bye wall, Abby thought.

​     The grenade that erupted from the rifle hit the wall right above the hole.

​     BLAM!

​     It created an explosion like nothing seen on Earth before.

​     First, it exploded outward, blowing debris everywhere. Then, it was like a movie running backwards, in a way. The debris blew out, but then it stopped, in midair, to return to where it originally exploded from.

​     Not exactly, though. A bush didn't once again become a bush, a wall didn't once again become a wall, but all the debris did return to its original source. It made for a lump as big as a car motor and as dense as a diamond. It dropped with a thud to embed itself in the ground.

​     "Whoa," Abby muttered. That was cool. Then, yelling, "Alison! Cathy! Get in here! I just put a hole in the wall the size of a tanker truck!"

​     "They're coming in through the kitchen, too!" Cathy yelled back. "I can't leave! If I do, they'll..."​    

     "Okay! Okay!"

​     More replacers crawled in through the hole in the kitchen wall. Time to use the weapon she had in her other hand, a sub-machine gun.

​     And where was Alison? Why hadn't she responded after Abby'd called out her name?

​     "Alison!"

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