InsaneJournal

Reality Check
Who: Cathair and open
Where: Golf-2
When: Mid morning

Cathair looked through the broken window of Golf-2, grinding his teeth and mentally scolding himself for being a fool. He'd let himself get distracted and now the most vulnerable of their number had disappeared. Been taken. Whatever. He didn't trust the Commissioner about her well being, nor did he like the idea of what 'contribution' she might have made. If they were taking skin samples, then idea of what these sick bastards would do with her baby made his stomach go sour.

Drina likely would have chewed off his ear for considering her vulnerable, and even more so for beating himself up for at least not checking on her. He'd assumed foolishly that since she'd not been attacked the night before, she was safe. Forgetting that these soulless bastards didn't have any scruples and Drina and her unborn child were just as likely to be victimized as any of the rest of them. In fact, it seems they were the first.

One odd thing caught his attention as he turned it away from his guilty thoughts and towards the broken window. There was an awful lot of glass outside the cottage. Which was strange, if that was how somebody had gotten in. He'd broken through enough glass in his life to know which way most of the glass went when a body went through a window.

His stomach twisted up into a tighter knot. Had their captors let something into Drina's cottage and she'd gone through the window to get out? That was possible. She was a survivor and she'd do anything to protect her baby.

Kneeling down, Cathair crossed himself, rosary wrapped tightly around his hand. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." He pressed the crucifix to his lips, then switched to the image of Saint Jude that dangled from the string of blackened wooden beads.

Murmuring softly in Latin, he began the often recited novena to Saint Jude Thaddeus. //"Holy Saint Jude, Apostle and Martyr, great in virtue and rich in miracles, near kinsman of Jesus Christ, faithful intercessor of all who invoke thy special patronage in time of need. To thee I have recourse from the depths of my heart and humbly beg to whom God has given such great power to come to my assistance. Help me in my present and urgent petition, in return I promise to make thy name known and cause thee to be invoked. Saint Jude pray for us and all who invoke thy aid. Amen."//

He followed the novena with the proper prayers. If ever anyone needed the help of patron saint of desperate situations, it would be Drina and her baby, wherever they were and whatever these bastards had done to them.

Falling silent, he rose slowly. Even though on a logical level, he knew this wasn't his fault and Drina would have likely run mad with him taking responsibility. They'd talked of organizing and already, one of their own had been lost. It was time to stop fannying around and start protecting themselves. But first, they needed to know what they were up against.