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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:43 pm
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. . . watching for her chance, and it determines him to interrogate her, as rudely as he could make himself be heard. "Who is Peter, really? It's a code name for your commander? You are a spy. . . ?" Then the story recalled itself to his mind, and he staggered at his own naiveté. Her dad taught her to pilot a spitz! He almost cried, he was such a dupe! She was an ornithopter kamakazi, and he'd almost given her an admiral-spitz of her own. He was crying now, from shame and rage. He'd the blade in his fist, her "father's" sword . . . code name for Beagle command. He'd seen these executions before, been horrified by them, but it was easy to imagine himself decapitating the traitor with a single stroke. "Last words?" . . .
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:21 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 11:23 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:41 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:50 pm
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. . . demurs to June, so plaintively, so prettily. June feels the color rush to his cheeks. Her intonations, of mock-pathos, echo uncomfortably in his brain, "Sir . . . do you have anything . . . please."
"Oh kind sir, help the baby grunny, and hand me back that sword, with your skull on it, please . . . "
Alert now, studying her posture and attitude for its flaw that would bely her real intentions, he typed "colostrum" into the cyber-canteen and shook it gently . . .
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:57 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:38 am
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. . . forceful clasp of June's fist about her upper arm arrests her. She's half surprised, enough to gasp, and she's alarmed at the proximity of his stare, and the steam of his breath in the chilling dusk air.
"You'll sit and feed your grunnies, if you like. You'll not take another step toward that sword."
It was an overburdening cruelty, to have proven his suspicions by her innocent gesture of submission, and she felt her cheeks burn and tears welled in her eyes. She wished Peter were here, for her sake now, to corroborate her story, before June did something dire. Peter was just a child, not a code-name for any hostile command. There was just no way to prove it without him. Even worse, June notices, where he grasps her, that the leather sheath of her dagger is concealed in her sleeve.
"Ah, more tricks," June coldly assays. "I should have known . . . "
And Azure knew she should have surrendered it before it was discovered this way. It's her prize possession, she'd scavenged it from a dead pilot, and she was an ace at throwing, but it's identical to the ones carried by the Beagle assassins, and there were three amps of their neuro-poison left in their tiny billets.
June was righteously enraged now.
"What else are you carrying, grunny girl?!"
She couldn't speak now for her sobbing, but June dubs them alligator tears, as he ordered her to doff the tatters of her jacket and camos . . .
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 1:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:55 am
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. . . hesitation, her hope and expectation to find him off his guard.
June tuned the laser-scalpel and the shreds of her garment fell away, until he'd discovered her secret. He inspected the hypo-syringe and spring-needle, vindicated in his suspicions, and finished his work, leaving her bare in the thickening chill of night fog, and only the grunnies to look on in pity.
"We're not heathen, on this planet, like you are. I've seen the kind of mercy you take on our children."
The way June pronounced "our children" made her melt. He was a man of compassion, he had bandaged her, she was a heathen, she wanted to be one of OUR children . . . wait, she was one of our . . . . . . she couldn't remember any longer who she was. Where was Peter?
"I've got to march you to the next compound, if it takes all night. They'll interrogate you there. . . just do as your told. . . "
But she had already fainted from her exhaustion and emotional strain, and June had to heft her, wrapped in a salvaged tarpaulin for the entire night's trek.
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