Chapter Six
After Alma disappeared, time soon began to flow smoothly again. My heart began to slow its beating and everyone was looking at me like I was insane. My eyes stared back at them, wondering if what I really saw really did happen.
"Josh, are you okay? It looked like you just dozed off," Sweetwater said, handing me another mountain dew. I instantly opened up the mountain dew and downed it in one gulp. Issacce chuckled, seeing me thirsty and handed me another mountain dew.
"I don't know… I saw Preston about to shot Serge and time just stopped…" I said, not wanting to get into details about me seeing the face of Alma and promising her that I would help her get her revenge. I knew what happened to those that joined Alma; they either were tied up and used for tests or shot on sight by any law enforcer, and what do you know, I'm surrounded by four law enforcers and an engineer. My hands moved towards my gun, rubbing the side of it softly as I closed my eyes. When time stopped, to me, it felt so real. It seems like the others thought I slipped into a dream. Sitting down on the chair, I picked up another can of mountain dew and downed it in one gulp, the sugar waking me up.
"Well, what do we do now?" Sweetwater asked, placing his custom made Striker and rangers on the table. No one knew where to go and where to find the two major dangers in the Sprawl. The only clue that anyone had was that Sarge ran into a naked female and touched it. That was the only lead on if Alma was close, except for me actually seeing her and getting part of her power transferred to me just by kissing her softly on the lips.
Issacce picked up his plasma cutter and stood up, walking towards the corridor that led towards the kitchen. "I don't know about you guys, but I have to repair this ship, one way or another. Alma or not, it's my job and it will get done." Issacce said, disappearing into the darkness. I picked up my desert eagles and looked at Sarge, my eyes shining with the thought of Issacce actually not caring about Alma. Sarge nodded, picked up his AK-47, reloading its ammo, and followed behind me. Haggard and Sweetwater soon followed behind me, each one wondering what Sarge and I were thinking.