in exchange for sincere excitement. Elaine was afraid of leaving the safety on board. The land held mortal dangers and even if they were under the threat of drones at sea, these machines couldn't monitor everything. Hector showed a contained, lackluster joy.
“I need to restock supplies before leaving,” he specified.
Masters assured him that they would do him the favor in return. “We’re going to help you stock up your on board supplies. It's the least we can do. First of all, let's organize and determine what we need.”
The marine found himself in a situation he knew. Logistics and assignment of roles had made up a daily part of his officer duties. He divided the group in two. Alva, Bruce and Dew would concentrate on the boutiques on the pier and the oceanfront. With Elaine, who accepted to accompany him, they would go inwards and try to find a vehicle, gas and maybe even weapons.
They landed in the mid-afternoon, in the middle of the promenade on stilts which stretched out into the distance on top of the waves. Hector decided to stay on the boat. Masters got off first while the others were climbing down the rungs.
“We'll bring you what you need, and then you can go back home.”
The Colombian agreed and gave the colonel his 45, as a sign of good will.
The dock had suffered the effects of the weather and lack of maintenance. In spots, rotten wood panels filled with holes weren't at all reassuring. A thick green foam covered the cross beams, making them slippery. They had to move carefully, keeping their eyes on their feet with each step. Overall, the structure seemed more or less solid. On the far end, the bar formerly frequented by the tourists still existed. Alva decided to rest there. She opened up the blinds covered with bank notes.
“The bar is open,” the artist laughed.
Bruce and Masters sat down on the stools. The marine reminded them of the priorities: food, a vehicle, and weapons. Elaine stayed with Dew, who seemed more interested in the view off into the distance. After a few minutes rest, they headed towards the beach together. The golden strip stretched out infinitely to the north, just like to the south, for kilometers. The low buildings, typical of “cozy” seaside dwellings, were built in the middle of the costal vegetation which was now free to take up any space.
“No L-Ds?”
“I haven't spotted any,” Masters confirmed. “But that doesn't mean that there aren't any. So, you'll still have to be discreet. Don’t forget that noise attracts them.”
Bruce smiled.
“I know some great clothing stores in the area,” Alva said, excited. “Do we have a budget for that as well, boss?”
Elaine almost burst out in laughter, remarking the colonel’s clenched jaw. Dew handed her a piece of paper.
Not a good idea to leave the boat
.
Elaine understood how he felt, she explained to him, but Hector wanted to go back to his country. The boy shook his head, which she found to be strange right away. He seemed stressed, worried, most likely due to his future. She tried to reassure him by promising that they would find a safe haven, without aliens or the infected.
T he abza'n Sarejt presented herself at his quarters at octi-mo, which was the equivalent of the late evening for humans, thought Jave. He left his mug of chlorophyll near the window. In the universal language, abza'n meant armor-wearer or the one who wears the armor – implying to the benefit of an outsider. The term corresponded exactly with the definition of a mercenary, but it also had the value of the rank of officer within the companies.
The female agreed to enter, but declined the offer to sit on the carved tree trunk which served as an armchair. The emissary retired into the neighboring room to put on a combat suit and came back shortly afterwards.
“Let’s go!”
Sarejt slightly bowed her neck, whose dark color indicated irritation or impatience.
Maybe both
, Jave chuckled, stepping into the agrav tube, out of
“I need to restock supplies before leaving,” he specified.
Masters assured him that they would do him the favor in return. “We’re going to help you stock up your on board supplies. It's the least we can do. First of all, let's organize and determine what we need.”
The marine found himself in a situation he knew. Logistics and assignment of roles had made up a daily part of his officer duties. He divided the group in two. Alva, Bruce and Dew would concentrate on the boutiques on the pier and the oceanfront. With Elaine, who accepted to accompany him, they would go inwards and try to find a vehicle, gas and maybe even weapons.
They landed in the mid-afternoon, in the middle of the promenade on stilts which stretched out into the distance on top of the waves. Hector decided to stay on the boat. Masters got off first while the others were climbing down the rungs.
“We'll bring you what you need, and then you can go back home.”
The Colombian agreed and gave the colonel his 45, as a sign of good will.
The dock had suffered the effects of the weather and lack of maintenance. In spots, rotten wood panels filled with holes weren't at all reassuring. A thick green foam covered the cross beams, making them slippery. They had to move carefully, keeping their eyes on their feet with each step. Overall, the structure seemed more or less solid. On the far end, the bar formerly frequented by the tourists still existed. Alva decided to rest there. She opened up the blinds covered with bank notes.
“The bar is open,” the artist laughed.
Bruce and Masters sat down on the stools. The marine reminded them of the priorities: food, a vehicle, and weapons. Elaine stayed with Dew, who seemed more interested in the view off into the distance. After a few minutes rest, they headed towards the beach together. The golden strip stretched out infinitely to the north, just like to the south, for kilometers. The low buildings, typical of “cozy” seaside dwellings, were built in the middle of the costal vegetation which was now free to take up any space.
“No L-Ds?”
“I haven't spotted any,” Masters confirmed. “But that doesn't mean that there aren't any. So, you'll still have to be discreet. Don’t forget that noise attracts them.”
Bruce smiled.
“I know some great clothing stores in the area,” Alva said, excited. “Do we have a budget for that as well, boss?”
Elaine almost burst out in laughter, remarking the colonel’s clenched jaw. Dew handed her a piece of paper.
Not a good idea to leave the boat
.
Elaine understood how he felt, she explained to him, but Hector wanted to go back to his country. The boy shook his head, which she found to be strange right away. He seemed stressed, worried, most likely due to his future. She tried to reassure him by promising that they would find a safe haven, without aliens or the infected.
T he abza'n Sarejt presented herself at his quarters at octi-mo, which was the equivalent of the late evening for humans, thought Jave. He left his mug of chlorophyll near the window. In the universal language, abza'n meant armor-wearer or the one who wears the armor – implying to the benefit of an outsider. The term corresponded exactly with the definition of a mercenary, but it also had the value of the rank of officer within the companies.
The female agreed to enter, but declined the offer to sit on the carved tree trunk which served as an armchair. The emissary retired into the neighboring room to put on a combat suit and came back shortly afterwards.
“Let’s go!”
Sarejt slightly bowed her neck, whose dark color indicated irritation or impatience.
Maybe both
, Jave chuckled, stepping into the agrav tube, out of
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