||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:58:55 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|It was Tinker Jans.“So much for our glorious return,” Cutter rumbled.The golden day had turned a muddy brown fading to gray from the smoke that still coated the sky overhead. It was an oppressive color, slate and cold. It seemed so out of place here. |
countenance, said he was dying for tea. She bustled the fire to make the
вЂњWas there a dark green trench coat?вЂќ Beau asked.вЂњOfficially, I canвЂ™t. Padilla would have a fit. If I ever get a day off, IвЂ™d like to. AlamosaвЂ™s not that farвЂ”it would make an easy half-day trip, up there and back.вЂќ
“Arewe,indeed? Well, I’ve found us a pair of very clean and very new Impaler C-14’s fresh out of storage for us both. I’ll be with you directly. What’s the condition of your prisoner?”Ardo looked around the Operations Room. The faces he saw looking back at him for the most part seemed to be in agreement with Cutter’s statement.“Cutter, keep an eye on these whelps and get them back to me in one piece.”
Sam stopped in a crosswalk, ignoring the squeal of brakes from a car that almost didnвЂ™t stop. Beau took her elbow and steered her toward the safety of the sidewalk before he spoke again.вЂњIвЂ™m so glad you made it!вЂќ Sam said, bending to give BeauвЂ™s mother a kiss on the cheek.What did she know? Nothing, really. And everything. At least protecting ElenaвЂ™s privacy over the affair and the death of Bram Fenton were no longer a priority. It was all bound to come out now. вЂњI donвЂ™t think she killed herself,вЂќ Sam told Beau.
“The cities?” Ardo was suddenly galvanized by his own thoughts. “Civilians being slaughtered by those nightmares—thousands of them—and all you can do is count them by the number of minutes that they buy for yourescape?”