The Hunter, part 12
Dylan fell headfirst through the darkness, unable to see the bottom of the shaft. He screamed instinctively, his voice filling the void.
Rommie also fell, but was able to keep most of her emotions in check: true, she was terrified at the idea that Dylan could get hurt, or even killed, but she had to concentrate on what she was doing. She slowly adjusted the AG harness built into her belt, allowing her to catch up with Dylan. She managed to grab his foot, then pulled her way along his leg until she reached his belt: Un-clipping a safety line from her own belt, she attached it to his.
Two seconds later, the cable connecting Rommie to the top of the shaft run- out, bringing them both to a jarring halt, winding Dylan. Rommie looked at the thin cord: it was rated to hold twice her own weight, but Dylan weighed more than she did.
Dex's voice filled her ear, "Ere, Boss, you manage to grab him in time?" Rommie smiled, "Yes I managed to grab Dylan: he's a little winded, but he'll be fine." Dex sounded more than a little worried, "How far are you from the bottom?" Rommie swung her forcelance round and activated the inbuilt flashlight, "About three meters, why?" Dex sounded a little relieved, "Because the cables about to brake."
There was a loud twang from above, and Dylan and Rommie fell the last few meters to the ground. Rommie sat up and rubbed her head, "Thanks for the warning Dex! Ok, looks like we're in a service-tunnel. You three continue on, we're find our own way." Trances voice came over the link, "How's Dylan?" Rommie looked over at the moaning figure on the floor beside her, "A little bruised, but nothing appease to be broken: He'll live. Let's get going." She cut the link and helped Dylan to his feet, "You should have worn gloves." Dylan winced, "Now you tell me."
Rommie pointed the flashlight down the tunnel, "This is the direction we where meant to go, so we should follow it." Dylan winced, "Easy for you to say: I think I sprained my ankle." Rommie knelt down and examined his foot, "Yep, it's a sprain all right." She stood back up, "You'll have to lean on me." Dylan put an arm around her shoulder, and she helped him hobble among the tunnel.
Despite the pain, Dylan found he liked being this close to Rommie: he could feel the heat from her body through the tight cat suit. He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind: if he did anything to upset her, she could easily leave him there, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Rommie also felt the effects of being so close to Dylan, but unlike him, was unable to put the thoughts out of her mind any longer: she stopped and turned to face him. The look in his eye was part pain, part confusion. Before he could ask why they had stopped, she kissed him, and was delighted when he kissed her back.
TBC
Dylan fell headfirst through the darkness, unable to see the bottom of the shaft. He screamed instinctively, his voice filling the void.
Rommie also fell, but was able to keep most of her emotions in check: true, she was terrified at the idea that Dylan could get hurt, or even killed, but she had to concentrate on what she was doing. She slowly adjusted the AG harness built into her belt, allowing her to catch up with Dylan. She managed to grab his foot, then pulled her way along his leg until she reached his belt: Un-clipping a safety line from her own belt, she attached it to his.
Two seconds later, the cable connecting Rommie to the top of the shaft run- out, bringing them both to a jarring halt, winding Dylan. Rommie looked at the thin cord: it was rated to hold twice her own weight, but Dylan weighed more than she did.
Dex's voice filled her ear, "Ere, Boss, you manage to grab him in time?" Rommie smiled, "Yes I managed to grab Dylan: he's a little winded, but he'll be fine." Dex sounded more than a little worried, "How far are you from the bottom?" Rommie swung her forcelance round and activated the inbuilt flashlight, "About three meters, why?" Dex sounded a little relieved, "Because the cables about to brake."
There was a loud twang from above, and Dylan and Rommie fell the last few meters to the ground. Rommie sat up and rubbed her head, "Thanks for the warning Dex! Ok, looks like we're in a service-tunnel. You three continue on, we're find our own way." Trances voice came over the link, "How's Dylan?" Rommie looked over at the moaning figure on the floor beside her, "A little bruised, but nothing appease to be broken: He'll live. Let's get going." She cut the link and helped Dylan to his feet, "You should have worn gloves." Dylan winced, "Now you tell me."
Rommie pointed the flashlight down the tunnel, "This is the direction we where meant to go, so we should follow it." Dylan winced, "Easy for you to say: I think I sprained my ankle." Rommie knelt down and examined his foot, "Yep, it's a sprain all right." She stood back up, "You'll have to lean on me." Dylan put an arm around her shoulder, and she helped him hobble among the tunnel.
Despite the pain, Dylan found he liked being this close to Rommie: he could feel the heat from her body through the tight cat suit. He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind: if he did anything to upset her, she could easily leave him there, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Rommie also felt the effects of being so close to Dylan, but unlike him, was unable to put the thoughts out of her mind any longer: she stopped and turned to face him. The look in his eye was part pain, part confusion. Before he could ask why they had stopped, she kissed him, and was delighted when he kissed her back.
TBC