Owen’s hand on the back of her neck felt cold. Or perhaps it was her own skin that was cold. Katanya’s blood coursed through her veins like cold water. She could almost feel sharp icicles tearing her apart from the inside. She kept her eyes forward, not that she had much choice since they drove in darkness, but she couldn’t risk sparing him a glance. She didn’t want to see that forced smile stretched across his features, and she was more grateful for the removal of his hands, than for his words.
She had bullied him into being nice to her, and she regretted it. Do not be nice to me, she pleaded mentally. “Anita first,” she replied. Katanya could feel the tightness in her voice, and hoped he would play it off on nerves. “We’ll worry about the rest after.”
Katanya’s Blackberry buzzed in her lap, but the screen didn’t light up. A blue blinking light in the corner was the only indication that she’d received any correspondence. She waited to check it until she’d driven the entirety of Owen’s commands. Two clicks south by southeast, and she stopped. The vehicle was thrown in park and the engine cut off. Without an open door to beep at them incessantly, the silence was deafening.
She unlocked her phone, the dim screen barely visible in the darkness. “The team is in position,” she explained. More accurately, the dummy team she had in place was in position. Twisting in her chair she retrieved a laptop from the backseat; a stout and rugged looking thing that was made to be manhandled in the field. “They’ve tapped into some video.” Settling back in the seat she pushed the device open. A quick series of passcodes and security clearances and she was greeted with fuzzy video of the interior of the silo. She tapped and scrolled through various feeds and images.
Katanya paused on one and inhaled deeply. “We have eyes on Anita,” she said quietly, looking over at Owen. She tilted the screen towards the lieutenant general. The small child was huddled in the corner of a room just large enough to contain her. There was no sound to the images, but her mouth hung open in desperate wails as she cradled her ruined hand against her chest. The bows in her hair had come undone and hung loosely against the messy fall of her hair. Her shoulders shook with the effort of her sobs, and her tail bat, agitated, against the bare floor.
The major general swallowed hard in the darkness, and turned her eyes away from the screen. She should have never had to show him this, negligence on her part that she would have no opportunity to set right.
She had bullied him into being nice to her, and she regretted it. Do not be nice to me, she pleaded mentally. “Anita first,” she replied. Katanya could feel the tightness in her voice, and hoped he would play it off on nerves. “We’ll worry about the rest after.”
Katanya’s Blackberry buzzed in her lap, but the screen didn’t light up. A blue blinking light in the corner was the only indication that she’d received any correspondence. She waited to check it until she’d driven the entirety of Owen’s commands. Two clicks south by southeast, and she stopped. The vehicle was thrown in park and the engine cut off. Without an open door to beep at them incessantly, the silence was deafening.
She unlocked her phone, the dim screen barely visible in the darkness. “The team is in position,” she explained. More accurately, the dummy team she had in place was in position. Twisting in her chair she retrieved a laptop from the backseat; a stout and rugged looking thing that was made to be manhandled in the field. “They’ve tapped into some video.” Settling back in the seat she pushed the device open. A quick series of passcodes and security clearances and she was greeted with fuzzy video of the interior of the silo. She tapped and scrolled through various feeds and images.
Katanya paused on one and inhaled deeply. “We have eyes on Anita,” she said quietly, looking over at Owen. She tilted the screen towards the lieutenant general. The small child was huddled in the corner of a room just large enough to contain her. There was no sound to the images, but her mouth hung open in desperate wails as she cradled her ruined hand against her chest. The bows in her hair had come undone and hung loosely against the messy fall of her hair. Her shoulders shook with the effort of her sobs, and her tail bat, agitated, against the bare floor.
The major general swallowed hard in the darkness, and turned her eyes away from the screen. She should have never had to show him this, negligence on her part that she would have no opportunity to set right.
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