||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:11:02 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|time long passed. |
On heavy feet, Rastin plodded forward, his human arms extended, though the muscular bestial limbs thrashed, claws clacking.As Octavia and Lars passed through the open gate and drove around the town square toward their residence, the storm finally struck with full force. It became a slanting wall of rain and hail as the roboharvester ground its way past the lights and barricaded doors of metal-walled huts. Their own home looked the same as all the others, but Lars found it by instinct, even in the blinding downpour.
“Lieutenant! They’re breaking through!”He turned to face Lieutenant Breanne. Her eyes were staring unfocused at the burning hulk beyond the perimeter as though she were seeing completely through it.
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looked as if she were struck down by mortal illness.
PrologueвЂњMotive enough?вЂќAnd I canвЂ™t really tell you how, she thought, knowing that much of the labor had happened under the influence of the boxвЂ™s energy. SheвЂ™d never mentioned to him that she thought Bertha Martinez was appearing in her dreams. It was just too woo-woo for this solid Southerner to believe.