Haatim.
The word hit him like a tornado, popping up in the middle of nowhere. It ripped through his mind, and an intense feeling of confusion hit him when he tried to understand.
The team burst through the tunnel entrance, slamming the heavy door shut behind them. They leaned against it, gasping for breath as the screeches and flapping of the winged creatures faded into the distance.
“Are you sure about this?” Nervous, Mitchell paced back and forth across the front room of his shop. “I mean, do you feel sure that we should do it this way? She can get kind of … angry.”
Marcus Reeves, age 29, grew up on a struggling agricultural colony on the outer rim of human-controlled space. The harsh environment and constant threat of crop failure taught him resilience and resourcefulness from a young age.
Lucas Reeves, age 32, grew up on a struggling agricultural colony on the outer rim. The youngest of three children, he was always fascinated by technology and dreamed of escaping the harsh life of a farmer.
The team headed out from the hangar, navigating the dimly lit corridors towards the glass tunnel that connected the outpost to the main city. The silence was eerie, with no signs of life or activity anywhere.
As soon as Matt Walker had held up the tracking device for her to see, Abigail knew she was in trouble. She recognized it. The device came from the Church officials that hunted after her.
Matt felt unsure where he needed to head when he burst out of his church and into the back alleyway behind it. The only thing he knew? He needed to get away from the Indian woman who’d come after him.
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