||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:59:11 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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The vehicle's engine finally roared, and Octavia did not wait around. She shifted the field crawler into gear and tore off, spraying stones and gravel, racing away from the trap.Running a hand through her brown curls, she looked behind her at the sun lowering toward the horizon. It would be a long, long walk home.The walls and ceiling of the grotto reflected the light in dazzling rainbows. Jagged crystalline shards protruded in all directions. Scott stood with his mouth open, transfixed by the grandeur and the sheer power in front of him. But though he had arrived here as ordered, he had no way to explain what he saw, could not begin to draw conclusions or provide any briefing that would be at all helpful to the general.
At least he hoped they were dead. It was entirely possible, he realized, that for some of them the nuke had blown the Zergs off them and welded the seals in the battle armor, but not completely crushed them in the blast wave. Sealed inside your own battle armor, unable to move on an abandoned, radioactive plain . . . The aching in his head was returning. Probably best not to think about it.“I said, hold a corridor and then fall back with Second Squad to the operations center. We’ll extract from here.”Merdith rose up with aching slowness, smoothly backing against the mess hall table. Her eyes were locked with Ardo’s, unblinking and holding his attention.
вЂњI heard the scrape of hangers against the rod. ThatвЂ™s what made me look into the room in the first place.вЂќвЂњSam? Earth to Sam . . . I was thinkingвЂ”instead of cake,вЂќ Becky said, вЂњwhat about a triple chocolate cheesecake? Dark chocolate crust, creamy chocolate filling, mocha drizzle over the top . . . I saw something similar in a magazine and I think I could tweak it a bit, add some special touches . . .вЂќA marriage notice: Cheryl Tercel wed to Dan Adams. No photo or real write-up, just the simple announcement that probably came from the county records of some unnamed place.
Sam laughed at the image of petite, twenty-something Riki flirting with the seventy-five year old Tafoya and the tension was broken.Becky left to pick her kids up from school, and the phone was ringing when Sam and Jen went back inside the shop. Jen answered and then handed it off to Sam.Sam felt her eyes widen. вЂњCarlos TafoyaвЂ™s son might have been in their home? Might haveвЂ”вЂќ