Warren and Tractor finished explaining what had happened back at Serenity, both had told their tale with tears in their eyes. They had suffered greatly over the last few days and almost everyone they knew had been killed. They didn't know that a few miles away from them Ben and Neil sat in a boat drifting slowly further away.
Whisper was in tears and Rayne held her close.
They were sat in the cave where they had hidden Warlord and they had used the big tank as a cover so that they could light a fire and not attract attention to themselves.
Tractor and Warren were sat by the fire close together and Rayne was sat cross-legged opposite them holding Whisper close as she sobbed.
"Why?" Gill asked, he was leaning against the huge metal bulk that was Warlord.
"…they wanted us gone…for test subjects they're testing on the people they captured as we speak, trying to find a cure" Tractor replied obviously upset at the fact.
"My sister?" Whisper asked.
Warren looked at her curiously he hadn't met Whisper before so had no idea who her sister was.
"I'm sorry, who was your sister?" he asked softly.
"Angel…Sarah Jones" she replied through her breathless tears.
Tractor looked at Warren with a look that suggested that he couldn't find the words right for the situation. Warren contemplated lying to the young woman but considered it was not the right move, as it would give her false hope.
"I'm afraid she was killed, in defence of Serenity" Warren replied shaking his head.
That prompted more tears from the upset scavenger.
X
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in" The Colonel shouted from behind his desk at the military base. His office was dark and he had a small gaslight in front of him as he tried to write a report down. His dark hair and general dark appearance certainly made him seem to be very sinister. His surroundings certainly reflected his motives and his attitude.
The door creak open it was a wooden panelled door. His whole officer looked like something from a 19th centaury English mansion. This was because it was, the village, which was almost a town, which the military had set up their fortress around had a large estate as part of it's grounds. The previous leader McGuire had set up his own personal quarters here and the next Colonel had simply moved in.
In stepped Captain Smite, his combat defined face and sinister look matching the surroundings almost instantly.
"Captain?" The Colonel asked.
"Colonel Author" Smite saluted, snapping his hand up to his head.
Author returned the salute.
"What is there to report Captain?" he asked
"We've started more research with the test subjects." Smite reported.
"Ah good" Author replied rubbing his hands together.
"There's other news as well." Smite said not moving from the spot as though his very feet were glued to the floor. He then continued to report his findings.
"Blythe was out on routine patrol in the helicopter and he said he saw a vessel on the east coast making it's way southwards. He reckons it was a boat from that Serenity place. We both presume this indicates that someone survived the place."
Author nodded at the news then took the pen he was holding and place it aside putting the lid back on. He curled up his hand into a fist then slammed it onto the table in rage.
"GOD DAMMIT" he shouted.
Smite smiled, "Shall I take that as an order to have the vessel sunk?"
"You fucking better." Author ordered.
Smite saluted again and went to leave the room.
"Wait a second Captain." Author blurted out.
Smite paused to look back at his commander.
"Take a chopper and a hand full of men and go and check Serenity one last time I want to make sure we got everyone okay. Any one you find don't bother trying to bring them back her have them fucking shot!" he ordered, "you hear me shoot them on site"
Smite smiled and left the room.
X
Neil was stood up on the deck trying to navigate his way staying close to the shore line the sun was setting and they hadn't made that much progress he thought that they were probably around the middle of England if that, he had no idea how to navigate properly so he was going to do it how he though best by sticking close to the coasts like they used to do in medieval times. He would use the maps on board to tell where they were due to obvious shoreline. Every evening he decided they would pull in close to shore and drop the anchor and sleep until morning. After all they were safe in the water.
Ben had started hobbling around now, he was limping slightly but the colour in his checks had returned to him and he looked better. Neil supposed it was the thought of living this country.
"What if this Sancia girl isn't there any more?" Neil asked
"Then we'll find a tropical island and live out our days drinking coconut milk and have a pet parrot and monkey." Ben replied humorously.
Neil chuckled at the thought.
"I suppose we better anchor up for the night," Neil said moving the vessel closer to shore.
Ben looked around at the sea as the sun began to set on the sea and land. It was a beautiful site.
"What's that sound?" Neil asked frowning with confusion.
Ben listened hard and then glanced across at Neil with horror in his eyes.
"Helicopter" they both gasped.
Neil ran out of the small compartment out onto the outside deck and stood out overlooking the water. There from the North swooping in behind them was a helicopter.
Ben hobbled out after him as quick as he could.
They both heard the whooshing sound and the smoke that appeared from around the helicopter as it launched two rockets at their boat.
"SHIT" Neil cried out, He grabbed Ben round the shoulder and pushed him over the edge of the boat out into the cold sea.
The rockets struck their vessel and blew large holes into it. Scattering the boat to the winds and water.
