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Pee-coo-mee lowered her gun and moved past Darius and Tara.
“Follow me. Keep your hoods low and don’t talk to anyone.”
She reached for the doors that led into the large underground area. “I sure am glad
to see you, by the way.” She smiled at Tara, then pushed open the doors slowly.
The noise of the room, if that’s what the large cave-like structure could be called,
engulfed them. People were everywhere. Some were sitting around small fires. Others
stood, huddled into groups, talking in animated voices. A few hurried along in various
directions with hands full of blankets or other supplies. No one paid any attention to
them, and the four worked their way through the people, avoiding piles of clothing
heaped here and there, or a mama with several children cuddled up on her.
“I’ve made a spot for us over here.” Pee-coo-mee pointed to an area along the wall
at the far end of the room. She’d taken several of the cloths that Pee-coo sold at his
booth and draped them over sticks to make two walls. They walked to the other side of
them and found a small semi-secluded spot with a couple of blankets on the ground.
Pee-coo-mee reached underneath her cloak and handed a flat computer panel to Tara
before sitting.
Tara held the landlink with her good hand, but when she tried to twist her body
and adjust her long cape with her other hand, she stopped quickly as pain racked her
body.
Darius grabbed the landlink and held her cape out so she could sit.
“I don’t know how long we’re safe here. The eastern faction could attack again at
any time,” Pee-coo-mee said as she observed Darius’ chivalrous actions.
“It’s not the eastern faction,” he said, sitting on the other side of Tara. Darius
handed her the landlink.
“What?” Pee-coo-mee looked from Darius to Tara.
“Members of a colony from the moon are here.” Tara studied the landlink. “Did
you know that?”
“From where?” Pee-coo-mee looked startled.
“The moon,” Darius continued. “They’ve fed you false information about an
eastern faction and the UGA-9 bomb.”
“Can you prove this?” Pee-coo-mee wrinkled her brow. “I’ve intercepted the
eastern faction’s transmissions myself.”
Tara was busy typing on the computer. “Patha’s quite relieved we’re okay.”
“Has he sent troops?”
“Scouts.” Tara stared at the small monitor on the flat disc. “He says they’ll meet us
at the rendezvous point.” She looked up at Darius who was studying the screen.
“Where’s that?”
“Tell him we’ll be there soon.”
Tara met his eyes for a moment then typed the response.
Pee-coo-mee made a slight guttural sound in her throat. Tara realized this man,
who was so in control of the situation, bothered Pee-coo-mee. And he was in control. He
and Patha had a plan, and she hadn’t known anything about it. She looked at him again
and his glance lowered to her body.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay.”
“Right.”
“Pee-coo-mee?” A woman called from the other side of the makeshift walls. “Are
you back here?”
Pee-coo-mee was on her feet in an instant with Pee-coo at her side, moving toward
the owner of the calling voice.
“Darius, we need to get out of here.” Tara leaned to watch Pee-coo-mee and Pee-
coo talking to an older lady and her mate. “Those moon people, or whatever they call
themselves, want our children. I was scared to tell Patha that. I don’t know how secure
the cave people’s transmission is.”
“Not very, I’m sure,” he grumbled. “I don’t think they want our children that we
already have, I don’t. I think they want us to make a child for them.”
Tara looked up at him quickly. “Somehow we need to get word to Patha. I want all
the information on these people we can find—their weaknesses, their strengths, and
most of all, where they plan
“Follow me. Keep your hoods low and don’t talk to anyone.”
She reached for the doors that led into the large underground area. “I sure am glad
to see you, by the way.” She smiled at Tara, then pushed open the doors slowly.
The noise of the room, if that’s what the large cave-like structure could be called,
engulfed them. People were everywhere. Some were sitting around small fires. Others
stood, huddled into groups, talking in animated voices. A few hurried along in various
directions with hands full of blankets or other supplies. No one paid any attention to
them, and the four worked their way through the people, avoiding piles of clothing
heaped here and there, or a mama with several children cuddled up on her.
“I’ve made a spot for us over here.” Pee-coo-mee pointed to an area along the wall
at the far end of the room. She’d taken several of the cloths that Pee-coo sold at his
booth and draped them over sticks to make two walls. They walked to the other side of
them and found a small semi-secluded spot with a couple of blankets on the ground.
Pee-coo-mee reached underneath her cloak and handed a flat computer panel to Tara
before sitting.
Tara held the landlink with her good hand, but when she tried to twist her body
and adjust her long cape with her other hand, she stopped quickly as pain racked her
body.
Darius grabbed the landlink and held her cape out so she could sit.
“I don’t know how long we’re safe here. The eastern faction could attack again at
any time,” Pee-coo-mee said as she observed Darius’ chivalrous actions.
“It’s not the eastern faction,” he said, sitting on the other side of Tara. Darius
handed her the landlink.
“What?” Pee-coo-mee looked from Darius to Tara.
“Members of a colony from the moon are here.” Tara studied the landlink. “Did
you know that?”
“From where?” Pee-coo-mee looked startled.
“The moon,” Darius continued. “They’ve fed you false information about an
eastern faction and the UGA-9 bomb.”
“Can you prove this?” Pee-coo-mee wrinkled her brow. “I’ve intercepted the
eastern faction’s transmissions myself.”
Tara was busy typing on the computer. “Patha’s quite relieved we’re okay.”
“Has he sent troops?”
“Scouts.” Tara stared at the small monitor on the flat disc. “He says they’ll meet us
at the rendezvous point.” She looked up at Darius who was studying the screen.
“Where’s that?”
“Tell him we’ll be there soon.”
Tara met his eyes for a moment then typed the response.
Pee-coo-mee made a slight guttural sound in her throat. Tara realized this man,
who was so in control of the situation, bothered Pee-coo-mee. And he was in control. He
and Patha had a plan, and she hadn’t known anything about it. She looked at him again
and his glance lowered to her body.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay.”
“Right.”
“Pee-coo-mee?” A woman called from the other side of the makeshift walls. “Are
you back here?”
Pee-coo-mee was on her feet in an instant with Pee-coo at her side, moving toward
the owner of the calling voice.
“Darius, we need to get out of here.” Tara leaned to watch Pee-coo-mee and Pee-
coo talking to an older lady and her mate. “Those moon people, or whatever they call
themselves, want our children. I was scared to tell Patha that. I don’t know how secure
the cave people’s transmission is.”
“Not very, I’m sure,” he grumbled. “I don’t think they want our children that we
already have, I don’t. I think they want us to make a child for them.”
Tara looked up at him quickly. “Somehow we need to get word to Patha. I want all
the information on these people we can find—their weaknesses, their strengths, and
most of all, where they plan
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