Black Days Dreaming By The Way
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How the Choices of One Person Divorced Her From Society
It was simple. Go in, keep a lookout, and get away before the limited security on Sorna find out, and off into the sunset, with Dino-Embyro. It was perfect, despite lack of details. They should have paid attention to the date. The inspection. And now she was calling out. Danger, danger. And those eyes were in her mind. The truest blue, with what her imagination painted as curling wisps of silver smoke. Probably merely blue-gray, oh, but he was crashing after her, seeking an explanation, calling for her to wait, and oh, how it Commanded her pace to halt, but no, she didn't dare.
The others were moving fast too, and she was leaping on to the jeep, legs shoving her on. He fired and the jeep started to fail. The mission demander, tackled him, and dragged him with a gun to his head, and she was shaking, asking no, but the self-appointed executionar was squeezing, and red was seeping right out from a knife in the gut. He had managed to stab her demanding officer, and her demanding officer was bleeding, bleeding, and the blood was attracting some of the small animals. Pro-compsagnauthids. Her demanding officer was bit, and everything halted.
She knew what those could do. Her demanding officer was going to be eaten alive, and wouldn't care. It was nothing to walk over. Nothing to take the pistol. Nothing to press the trigger. Something to see his eyes. Nothing to watch as the co-leader stepped forward to drag him away. Nothing to sit on the ground. Something to see his face as he resisted. And all too much of a thing to help. But help she did, tears pooling, tears wanting freedom. His freedom.
The shotgun was beyond his reach. He looked close to total wrath as he pulled against the handcuffs. Mmm, handcuffs. Concentrate darling. Don't reach. Don't caress his wrist. And now he had the funniest look on his face. Go in the boat. Watch him be taken prisoner. And it wouldn't mean a thing to just eat while he had naught, the boat going up the coast, to Seattle, a long trip. Save to her. She was walking. Down the stairs. To his place of prison. She looked in. Called his name.
"Mr. Muldoon?"