McCarther cradled the helmet maternally, and tried not to think about It. His troops had been trained in an act of desperation.
They'd called for an immediate assembling of Intergalactic Scout-Troop 45 weeks ago, and for the last week, the Issue had existed. He'd heard It through his parents' whispers late in their nightlit kitchen; seen It beneath the yelling of his troop's counselor-at-arms. It now reappeared on the recycled helmet he clutched as his finger slipped into the hole that pierced straight through the PermaSteel and, presumably, the last owner's cranium.
There It was.
What happened to Scout Troop 44?
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Well you didn't ask me to comment copiously on this one. So you'll have to be happy with what you get. Nyah.
ReplyDeleteDetails still very succinct, but I found this one a little harder to follow. Dunno why. But I liked it anyway :)
i get the same kind of warm achy sad feeling from this that I get from Firefly. maybe it has to do with great character.
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