||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:38:35 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|1 E /WINDOM:“Peaches is right, Corp, there’s something moving down there.” 1B /BOWERS:“You’re seeing things, Windom!”Ardo quickly stood up and wrenched open thedriver’s-side door. With his free hand he grabbed the astonished Merdith by the arm, intent on pulling her out of the cab and throwing her to the ground. |
Ardo followed without a word, though he was shaking inside his battle armor. The private glanced to either side nervously as he moved forward purely out of training. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the instinct to run in the other direction as quickly as his battle armor would take him, but the training kept that howling animal somehow at bay.ARDO FLEW OVER A WORLD OF RUST. THE SHEER faces of the distant mountains were rust. The crags that cut into the earth were rust. Even the outskirts of the settlement city were coated with a layer of rust. Only days ago, those buildings were occupied, and the fine dust that blew across the arid world was diligently kept at bay. Now the world itself was taking no time in reclaiming the surface as its own.Cutter turned toward Tegis Marz. The tips of the pilot’s hair spikes were still quivering with rage. “And don’t you have a ship to fly?”
“What happened there?” Merdith pressed on. “What happened to Melani?”Shaken, Ardo’s eyes went wide. “They’re charging!”
'And the Eastern palaces in which your youth was spent, and the blackupon to do some operation. But he could think of nothing else. He felt'In my youth I believed nothing, for science had taught me to distrust
Carlos Tafoya swept in, looking very gubernatorial in a designer suit. The young workers tended to blush and lower their gazes as he passed. The clipboard woman approached him with a brief question which he seemed to answer with one word. She slinked off and Kevin Calendar approached the candidate in her place. Tafoya bent and whispered something to the young man, who tensed visibly. With hands clenched he stomped off to the opposite side of the room, glaring at the oblivious woman with the clipboard.
'Now we must run. Come.'