||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:11:10 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|The wind was blowing a steady, hot breeze from the northeast, kicking dust up over the creep that had spread across the main square. Ardo shuddered as they moved across it. They could all hear Cutter and the rest of First and Second squads on the command channel, disembodied voices struggling to survive somewhere beyond the wall of buildings surrounding the outpost’s central square. |
Jennifer glanced around the dead-quiet gallery. вЂњReally, IвЂ™d probably pay you just to get me out of here. I thought I would enjoy working with a wealthy clientele, but they can be a real pain. If they actually show up. The gallery has been just like this all summer, and IвЂ™ll be surprised if the owners donвЂ™t shut it down soon.вЂќ
“The enclave should be able to hold out until the fleet arrives. The cities will slow the Zerg advance so we’ll have enough time to—”“You just get your pretty ass over there, and theVixenwill do the rest. Pick up and delivery! ETA five minutes to dust off.”
'Do you think I am God that I can raise men from the dead?'Oliver Haddo began then to speak of Leonardo da Vinci, mingling with his'You knew I should come.'
“Did you get through?” Octavia asked. “Did you talk to the Terran Confederacy?”As the big vehicle trundled across the valley floor, she could see that many of the fragile crops had been hammered by the storm. The hail and sonic thunder had battered tall stalks to the mucky ground or bruised unripened fruit; the laser-lightning had set stunted orchards on fire.