||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:23:55 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|вЂњYep, loving it,вЂќ Sam said.No portent came to her during the night, only a series of anxious dream vignettes, punctuated by twisted blankets and thrashing limbs. She woke at dawn with a headache and no answers. The wooden box glowed softly when she picked it up, easing her headache and warming her hands.Sure enough, PadillaвЂ™s county car was parked among the dozen or so in front of the traditional adobe that sat overlooking the Rio Fernando from a bluff lined with brilliant yellow cottonwoods. Sam retrieved the cake from the back of BeauвЂ™s vehicle and they walked through an entry gate, past plantings of flowers and shrubs that looked as if they received daily tending by a master gardener. |
A sharp, blinding pain shot through the back of his right eye. Ardo winced as a wave of nausea followed. The image of spraying his breakfast hash across his battlesuit visor flitted across his mind. Littlefield said it would pass,Ardo thought as he struggled to regain his mental balance.Just hang on for a moment and it will be all right.
Ardo ejected a cartridge, holding the fire trigger down even as he was slamming the new cartridge home. “A little busy here, Lieutenant!”The ground was carpeted with the mutilated bodies of Zerg attackers. There was no time to think. They ran toward the vehicle pad, stumbling across the slick, greasy ground.“They’re not on the map,” Breanne seethed. “Why aren’t they on the map?”
The shock wave from the tactical nuclear blast had compressed the air in front of it into a wall of force. Distance had dissipated its effect, but it was nevertheless deadly. It passed over Ardo and his battlesuit, shaking him through the armor until he thought his teeth would be dislodged.Ardo lowered the weapon slightly. He considered her words for a moment before he spoke again. “Tell me: whatreallyhappened to my family? What happened to Melani?”
Susie glanced at Oliver Haddo, who sat in silence, his heavy face inenclosed the space, and the flowers, freshly bedded, were very gay. In
Finally the pulsing signal-scream stopped. Blessed, frightening silence fell like an avalanche onto the Hive. Kerrigan drew a deep breath, letting her biological systems settle, feeling the Hive return to a normal, but still agitated, state. Then she began to think.Octavia shook her head. “The beacon went straight up into space, as if it thought someone was out there waiting to get its signal. It might have been trying to communicate with someone, but definitely notus.”could start it. It seemed impossible and foolish on a small colony such as Free Haven, but Rastin was unpredictable.