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"See anything?" inquired Griffin. | "See anything?" inquired Griffin. | ||
Even in the nighttime gloom he could see that Mai had a strained look on her face. He knew the answer wouldn't be pleasant. "Yeah. A whole lot of BGI troops and vehicles. Searchlights. Barbed wire. Check points and even a few dog teams. It seems like getting back into town is going to be a lot more difficult than we first thought." | Even in the nighttime gloom he could see that Mai had a strained look on her face. He knew the answer wouldn't be pleasant. "Yeah. A whole lot of BGI troops and vehicles. Searchlights. Barbed wire. Check points and even a few dog teams. It seems like getting back into town is going to be a lot more difficult than we first thought." | ||
===Leus=== | |||
"Casey, come in!" Griffin demanded into his radio. "Casey!" No response. | |||
Mai gently grabbed Griffin's wrist as he was about to start to yell some more. "Don't... If he's in trouble, we can't let his captors know we're aware of the situation. We'll never get in safely that way." | |||
Terror was growing rapidly in Griffin' eyes. He'd left his son alone for barely a day for the first time since they'd reunited and something had gone terribly wrong. He just knew it. He gulped. "Boy," he said, witholding the tremor from his voice, "I know you're there." He sighed into the radio for effect. "We're gonna have to have a serious talk when I get back there thursday." His voice was weak and began a faint quiver at the end. He let go of the transmitter and exhaled painfully. | |||
"I think that was good enough, Griffin," Mai assured him. "They probably bought it. Now, we've got to get past them to our people. I've got an idea." | |||
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Syndey was kicking back in a cheap collapsable chair and smoking a fat cigar like it was going out of style. His rifle was propped casually against his knee. Most of the commotion was going on behind him so he was just listening to music through his earbuds and relxing, but when he opened his eyes he saw a fair-sized group of masked figures wrapped in cloth making their way towards him. He fumbled to his feet, his gun falling to the ground by his side. He didn't bother to pick it up. | |||
"You there!" he called out to them. The group approached closer, slowing their pace. "Get out of here! There's a situation going on here!" | |||
"Please, sir," a desperate female voice begged sydney from behind a gas mask. "We've been travelling all day and are tired! If not here, we will have nowhere to sleep." | |||
Sydney frowned. "Where you guys comin' from?" he asked. | |||
"Nowhere in particular," the female replied. Sydney raised an eyebrow. "We've all met on our travels, coming from different places, trying to seek refuge since the disaster." | |||
Another man walked to Syndey's side. "What's goin' on here?" the man asked Sydney. | |||
"Just some primatives," Sydney replied. "I got this." | |||
"You offered them the procedure yet?" the man replied. | |||
Sydney turned to the cloaked figures. "Have you ever met someone like me before, ma'am?" Sydney inquired. "You know who I represent?" | |||
The woman nodded. "We have been propositioned, but we are not interested in altering our bodies... We believe the Lord will give us protection in his own way." | |||
"Oh, you're some of THEM types?" Sydney almost spat the words. "You know the LORD could just as easily be offerin' you protection through us as any other way. If you just undergo the procedure, you won't have to live like this." | |||
"The Lord is very specific about bodily modification," the woman rebutted. "And we live how he wills us to." Sydney's associate laughed. | |||
Syndey sighed. He could tell this conversation was going nowhere. "You folks tagged?" he inquired, | |||
"No, sir," the woman replied without missing a beat. "Like I just said, we don't believe in that kind of thing." | |||
Sydney furrowed his brow. "Well you ain't really got a choice, missy," he shot back. "You either agree to the procedure or get tagged." | |||
"Well obviously we've had a choice before," she replied irritatedly. "Who's in charge here? Let me speak to him." | |||
"Whoa, now," Sydney said, taken aback. "You aren't really in a position to be makin' demands here. I dunno if I like your attitude." | |||
"Just let 'em go, Syd," said Syndey's associate, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder. | |||
Sydney sighed. "Whatever," he said, taking a large drag on his cigar then spitting in the dirt. "You can probably find a place to stay in town; just one thing first." His friend turned and began walking away. Sydney pulled out a strange device. | |||
"Hey!" the woman protested. | |||
"Relax," Sydney said, his friend's footsteps crunching and fading into the background. "I'm not gonna tag ya; just gonna check ya. Y'all got nothin' against THAT now, do ye?" | |||
The woman didn't respond, but stepped forward, extending her right hand. Sydney ran the device over the woman's hand briefly then nodded wordlessly to her, beckoning the next person to come forward. After a few hands had been scanned, another figure stepped up and extended his arm. As Sydney ran his machine over the man's hand, it began beeping. "What the?" | |||
The woman glanced at the readout and made out the name "Chandragupta" before she delivered a swift chop to the back of Sydney's neck. He went down, rolled over and groaned. She stomped on his mouth and pressed his head firmly against the dirt with her shoe, smothering his lips. Another cloaked figure picked up a large rock and dropped it on Sydney's head. Sydney ceased to struggle. | |||
"Let's go," the woman urged, making haste towards the inner city. | |||