Time passed far too quickly.
Morning…came. And…went…
Piper sat in her room, curled up, tears carving tracks down her face.
Outside, the sounds of merriment clamored on. The sheer triumph, the incredible boost to their status…the Storm Hawks had brought down the mighty Dark Ace.
There were accolades. Proclamations. Speeches and music.
It was obscene to her ears.
The guys were outside, accepting the glory…making excuses for her absence.
The Condor was silent. She was alone.
The noon sun burned through her shuttered window.
She wanted to stay there forever…but she had a promise to keep.
Piper left her room.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100
Okay….so that could have been better. For a treat, the next installment is ready. I'll post it in about an hour or so.
We're almost done, folks.