||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:06:37 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|TERRIFIED, BRUISED, AND EXHAUSTED, OCTAVIA had no time to rest or to hesitate. Free Haven was in danger, and adrenaline burned like laser-lightning through her veins.A perplexed frown creased Mayor Nikolai's forehead. “The Terran Dominion, ah, yes. Their emperor said he would send someone immediately.” He thought for a moment and then flushed. “Of course, that was days ago. And even if they're on their way, we don't know if they'll arrive before the next alien thing shows up in the sky over our heads.” |
could not bear it any longer.knowing what on earth this new attitude implied, went back to his work. Hethere he wanted her to go quickly.
“Cutter never took a back door in his life, sister! Give me a stand-up fight! Bring ’em on and I’ll eat their hearts for breakfast. Butthis,”—Cutter pointed angrily at Ardo—“thislatrine cleaner tells me to sit still anddiefor a bunch of civvies I have never met, who will never know what I did for them and probably wouldn’t give a shit even if they did!That’sinsane!”
“We’re falling back to your position!”
Octavia said, “There's another . . .presencethere. I sensed it, sort of the same way I sensed you calling me.”Lars joined her to read the seismograph strip. The long and shaky line appeared to have been drawn by a caff-addicted old man. He saw several little blips and spikes, probably echoes of sonic thunder, but no major seismic events. “Now that's interesting. Aren't you glad we didn't have an earthquake tonight?”Ah. But we can only offer them our knowledge. We cannot make their choices for them. Their greed and prejudice have killed their common sense. What comes after . . . is of their own doing.
She could practically see the wheels in his head turning.вЂњThe office rumor is that the kid is now grown. A grown son with the DNA markers that point to Carlos Tafoya as his father . . .вЂќ