Swans
Author's Notes: Desmond is the property of LOST; which I don't own. This is a short piece.
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Desmond wondered if it was illegal to kill a swan.
It wasn't endangered, at least not here it wasn't. The bloody birds covered everything. From the laundry detergent to the overalls that he was wearing, they were everywhere he looked. Shifting his pistol to the other arm, he stared at the logo. He watched the still imprint of the Dharma logo as if he really was on the hunt. Letting his mind wonder further he wondered what swan would taste like.
A persistent beep came from the speaker above and Desmond sighed in agitation. The swan he had been watching seemingly flew away as he stood and went to the computer to enter the code. The hunt would continue, he was sure of it. And he would soon make sure that there were no more swans in the hatch.