||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:55:27 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|Merdith’s jaw dropped. “You mean . . . That’s suicide!”“Prisoner of the Confederacy,” Ardo explained dutifully.“No!” Ardo raged. |
When she was halfway across the gap, sprinting headlong with her eyes fastened on the door latch of the field crawler, she realized that the surly old codger might keep his vehicle locked so that no one elseShe let her ship drift, allowing the currents of the Void to carry it wherever the vagaries of gravity and solar wind and space might direct it. She played the signal over and over until every cell of her body was awash with the pulsing rhythms, until her mind was filled with the hypnotic tone—and finally, using every shred of knowledge she had in her archives, Xerana was able to comprehend the deep secret of the strange awakening object.“Ignoring it isn't good enough. Something else happened out there. As I was leaving thatthing, it sent a signal up into space. Some kind of transmission, or alarm, or homing beacon. The light was so bright it almost blinded me, and the sound shook the ground and threw me off my feet.”
Third Squad was running flank off to his left while Ardo’s own Second Squad was taking point for the group. They all ran in a line, the slope of the crater floor gradually flattening out. Above them all, the Valkyrie Vixenhowled, her downward angled jets churning a wall of dust behind the platoon’s own.
much more silent, and the look has come back to her eyes which they had
вЂњSam? What have you been doing?вЂќ JenвЂ™s voice came through. вЂњI thought IвЂ™d get here early to help, and look at this . . . the cases are nearly full.вЂќThe woman tensed. Were those footsteps behind her on the dark street? She couldnвЂ™t be sure. She spun to checkвЂ”saw nothing.вЂњHis wifeвЂ™s affair would be a whole lot smaller scandal than her murder, wouldnвЂ™t it?вЂќ
The fireball roiled behind him, eating the air between the buildings. He sensed its hunger and its power at his back. He began to run toward the barricade at the end of the crooked street, already brilliantly lit by the approaching flames.