“Don’t, lover Don’t”
A long arrow struck the door, so close it nicked Ryan’s sleeve. He dropped to the floor, crawling back to rejoin the Armorer.
Behind him he knew that the metal disks in the floor and ceiling of the chamber would be glowing, and fine tendrils of mist would be gathering near the top of the six-sided room as the jump began.
In less than a minute, Krysty, Dean, Mildred, Doc and Jak would be somewhere else.
The shouting had already faded into silence.
He and J.B., oldest and best of friends, hunkered in their limited shelter, blasters ready for the inevitable attack.
And waited.
By squinting around the corner, Ryan could see through the open doorway, see the first glow of dawn in the eastern sky.
And see the bright emerald green of the eternal forest.
Waiting.
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