| Reality Check |
[09 Apr 2010|04:35pm] |
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.
( Desperate situation indeed. )
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