Project Sorna

Forty-four

             AJ was about to take his transition into the cozy mobile house after witnessing his uncle's panicking. He just reached for the door when it came slamming through, & rather frightened to see his uncle in a rush like no tomorrow.

          "No time to explain-I'm picking your sister up!"

         "Come back here and tell me what's your hurry!" Archie-Jacks was quick on his relative's way.

          Uncle Lenny was much too accustomed to having loved ones stand in his actions. He turned right around and yelled, "Can't! You'll see her by tomorrow, if it kills me!"

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         "What do you figure we do about the score?" Robin stood, momentarily addressed by snaking eyes.

         Big-headed Drew glimpsed her way, provoking the coin as a treasure. "We're about to find out, winner get's some of this to take home. Saved your best, Lara."

         "Right. I get that a . . ."

         Lara Croft barely took another breath, eyeballing the gold enough to be suspicious. Without first consulting, the budding survivalist shepherded Robin from the arena in a quick wit and had been spooked out of sense when she grabbed her.

         "You saw that cheap thing he was holding?" her dramatizing was genuine.

         Apparently, not dramatizing enough for Robin, as she was still blunt.  "What's it to you?"

        "That's all you have to ask? I know gold when I see with my eyes-that's anything but worthy. . . plastic ain't gonna cut this. Be ready." Lara put boldly, facing a look of condemn from the wary accomplice. Not to be completely rude, she let a defeated sigh speak for itself before the next move of eyesight broke the communication.

        Wary Robin's eyes traced the floor to the very boots of Drew, accompanied by more than his men. Not one, but two Single Actions threatened them. To a survivor like Lara, two satisfied when it came to weaponry.

           "If you fire, Drew, we won't be the only ones in pain. I saw that coin for myself. We'd like the real deal."

          "Try again." Drew purred sickly. "Ackerman & his company is Trinity's fight, now. You can't be an acceptation, anytime or anywhere. You and darling put the pain in our necks."

         "The world's is dangerous as we all know it! Blood-shed, poverty, sickness, hijacking--society can't fix it's mistakes, but I'm sure as H E L L our kind can stop making them, for god's sake!" a strain caught her British.

         Drew didn't seek any emotions whatsoever, aiming more deadly. "Tell your 'society' to take a hike, for all the Mutineers care. Elijah & Maisy? I say screw 'em."

        Lara shook with contained fury, "You bastards!"

        The situation turned considerably hostile, Robin clicking her rifle to life & momentarily guarded Lara, whom evoked momentum with her bow-and-arrow. That was, until the fight in her kicked Drew's abdomen, hand forcing the cold, hard gold into her hands from the bandage of his optical.

         Ambience held both sides at a stand-off, bringing the freakish head to life in a disturbance of clamping down on the target. In no acknowledgment for it's body missing, the weight threatened to shake the rest of tower. Everyone collapsed to the movement of the exterior, but to little avail for Drew or the girls.

           "DAMN IT!"

          Lara's shoulder caught a stray bullet, pain coursing. All strength imaginable kept her hand in Robin's. Gravity grounded the base exterior as it collapsed lamely-though heavily.