The biting wind carried a stinging dust that attacked the child. His mother tucked him in as closely as she could to keep him from making a sound. Their survival depended on it. Unfortunately, her ragged, gossamer shawl did not nothing against the raging wind and dust. The baby cried out. "Over here!" the man said with a plasma pistol and a squad of men following behind him. The mother couldn't run any faster her baby was not a burden to her but the weather was. Her tears and breath would dissipate in furious air and her thoughts wouldn't be able to catch up with her if they did catch her. One of the men flanked her and ended up in front of her and grabbed her by the arm. She shrugged her shawl off her shoulder, covering his face. Then, she rammed her knee into his stomach, doubling him over and making him lose her grip on her. He reached blindly for her again and by luck, grabbed hold of her arm. She shrugged him off and judo kicked his covered face into the wall. He crumpled into the sand.