Friday, November 23, 2007
Russ leaves in a few hours. Sigh. So, no, I don't have much to say. I wrote a little today. Not much.
I hope this next month goes fast.
Sunset was not long away. He could see the colors changing in the sky already. When had he gotten used to that sort of marker for time? He hadn't been on this world for very long, and yet -- oddly -- he felt as though he had started adapting to it. He'd never done that before.
Cailin. That was the reason. They spent the nights together, and he had started, perhaps, to feel too much of her attachment to the world. He could see it even now in her eyes as he carefully climbed into the aircar and settled into the seat beside her. He was grateful to stop moving again.
Collins started to climb in. Royce stopped him.
"Not with the three of us."
"Royce --" he began.
"No. It's not safe and we all know it."
"Then why are the three of you going in the same aircar?"
"Because better to have one aircar shot down with only us in it, then three shot down," Zerod answered him. "Find another way. We'll see you at the Compound."
Royce swung the door closed before the medtech could say anything more. He didn't look happy, but he stepped away. Cailin, at the controls took them up and locked them into the grid. She did not, Zerod was glad to see, lock them straight to the Compound. That would have been far too obvious.
"You gave us a hell of a scare, Zerod," Cailin said.
"We came through it. Now we have to decide what to do next."
"We don't know how many more there are. We don't know what they plan now that we've taken out some of their forces," Royce said, leaning forward from behind the two -- at least as far as the belt would allow. "But we did take down their numbers and we did lessen their weapons piles. We have to believe that will help."
"I want to know where the assassin is," Zerod said. He stared out, as though he could see find him, just looking at the city.