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Fuck, we got killed. Me 'n the boys were sitting around the fire, dickin' around, you know, eating our weevly bread and drinking our cheap beer. Now, y'know, when you're so close to the fire, your night vision goes away, takes a few secs for things to go all black 'n white again, yeah? So we kept a few sentries back from the flame at all times, to keep the Spooks from catching up to us. Three of our best, Ugluk, Liark, Shugruz, good guys, good guys. So I look up from my booze, and I see one of em sitting right there across from men, on Tigruk's lap. O'course, Tig's dead, but she's holding him up by the arm, and drinking his Triple-X right outta his hand. By her feet's this bucket, see, and I don't realize it until she drops Tig, and hefts it up into two hands: She's got one eye closed. The boys see her too, all of a sudden, 'n they don't know what she's up to, but I do. We're all on our feet 'cept her, but nobody's moving, 'cause they don't get it, and I'm scared shitless. She looks up at us, 'n cool as you please, puts out the fire. Last thing I saw was her face, that one eye opening as the flames gutter out, pupil the size of a gold piece, all ready for the dark.
Ugluk, Liark, Shug? I dunno what happened to 'em, but I know what happened to the boys around the fire, if only by sound. I made it out, but it cost me m' eyes. Now I clean axes for new bloods like you. But let me tell you right now, don't think you're ever safe from the Spooks, just 'cause you've got some men on guard. Keep your axe close, and your back to a tree. |