Max said, looking down from the culvert, projecting a more down-to-Earth attitude than I’d seen from him since we were kids. “H…how did you find us here?” I managed to stammer in disbelief. “It was an accident…” Max started. “Your brother here saved my bacon from a pack of those alien infected soldiers, Bradley,” Hauer interrupted appreciatively. Max looked modest for the first time in years. “It was nothing,” said Max. “I heard a ruckus; I clocked the guy that looked weird.” “I’d be dead if it weren’t for him,” Hauer added matter-of-factly. I was silent. My mind just needed a minute to process it all. My douche bag of a brother was suddenly a life-saving hero. I guess it’s true what they say-- an intergalactic alien invasion can bring out the best in people, or something like that.
