Literature
And Cinnamon
The mission was over: a rogue enclave of Terran Reptoids had been terrorizing a nice, normally peaceful suburb in Jersey, refusing to disguise themselves and generally making babies cry, and half of the Twelve had been sent to discreetly annihilate them. Roger was spattered with mud and blood and had a laceration over the back of his hand. He hoped to god he wasn't going to contract some weird reptile-bacteria infection, and wanted nothing more than to shower at a temperature just short of scalding. However, Eight had intercepted him and insisted that he deal with his minor injury first. She led the way, wrapped around his wounded arm, warm b