I put our ship in a dive. She aimed quickly, triggered the missile.
Boom! The tower collapsed. Tiny figures began to scurry about on the parade ground.
"Let's get 'em!"
I skimmed the field and Naomi blazed away with the vibro gun. One after another the boys dissolved in puffs of smoke. I veered around and we strafed them again, killing hundreds.
I felt exhilarated, marvelously happy.
Naomi shrieked ecstatically.
In another minute there were no more boys alive who hadn't taken shelter underground.
I glanced upward and laughed. The boys' fleet swarmed helplessly outside the dome like bugs on a lampshade, watching their hangout ripped to pieces.
"Get their arsenal!" cried Naomi.
"Revenge for Phyllis!"