Red streaks zipped over their position. Muzzles flashed from different angles around them. So far, none of the slavers had made a sprint across open ground, telling Charlie that they did value the preservation of their own lives. A hollow pop sounded between the metallic bursts from the slavers’ ...
For an hour or more Denver had paced the living area of their new, guarded abode. From his position, he watched through the plastic-sheet windows out into Unity from approximately halfway up the steps carved into the basin of the drained lake. Charlie snored from the other room, the tiredness cau...
