Her mind raced as she thought of something to do. She vaugely remembered the skeletal remains in the lower part of the pueblo. She prayed they were still there.
"Marly, the way you came up was pretty dangerous, why don't you go down through the internal stairs and I'll follow you down. "
"Why thank you servant girl. Perhaps I will."
Elizabeth would have smacked her if she wasn't as confident as she was in her plan.
The scream that followed about thirty seconds later was here reward for all the times she had endured the bitch. She herself then started down the ladder, averting her eyes from the bony corpse. Marly was no where in sight. Elizabeth turned her eyes to the window, enjoying the view as she ran back to the place from which she had come.
"What was that about?"
She turned around, wondering who else had dared to step foot in her hiding place. If it wasn't her parents she was ready to use her knowledge of four letter words. It had been to long since she was able to use them, and they were bubbling up inside her.
"Jesus guys! Not funny! I just dealt with Marly! I don't need anyone else finding this place. "
Her parents has known The Lone Gunmen since they were in the FBI. They had been informants and help. They were ghosts now. She recalled that the first time she had ever seen them she had screamed.
It was their second night on the base and she wasn't prepared for anything quite so...otherworldly. They had been sitting at the kitchen table talking with her parents. It wasn't until Langly walked through a wall that she screamed. That had been a very ...interesting evening.
"So to get rid of her you showed her the CSM's corpse?"
"Yup. Don't look so surprised Frohike. I could've done a hell of a lot worse."
"Like?"
"Pushed her off the roof."
" That wouldn't necessarily have been bad."
"Frohike! Don't encourage her."
The banter between the trio continued until everyone was once again interrupted.