||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:39:28 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|certainly never possessed. Crowley, however, recognized himself in thebeating of his heart. It was intolerable.The words were hardly spoken when Matilde, the ancient _bonne_, opened |
Ardo was feeling better now. He had been disoriented when he first came out of the resocialization tanks, but he was clear-headed now.He tried, instead, to concentrate on Lieutenant Breanne. She stood before them, the polarized field of her bubble helmet deliberately turned down so that everyone could see her face clearly as she spoke. Everyone in the squad faced rigidly forward. No one wanted to risk catching her eye as she strode before them.The faceplate display locked onto the motion. The readout began updating: sixty meters and closing.
“ETA two minutes.Vixen turning downwind now. Jeez! Look at ’em down there! You really stirred up the hive, didn’t you, Breanne!”The mindless mob pushed him farther into the ship.“Melnikov here!” Ardo shouted into the com channel over the thunderous barrage. “They’re throwing their lead elements against the perimeter. Moving eastward around the outer minefield. Cutter? You got ’em?”
eyes and a kindly expression; she had been a handsome creature, butstrangely kind to him, he thought.
and he ran down the stairs into the street; he hailed a cab and drove to"Let's make friends again, Philip. I'm so sorry if I offended you."