RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, Old PainFor a few seconds Melanie could only sputter. Then she slapped her palm down on his shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Rolas as she shouted, “That’s not funny! I thought you were dead!”RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, Old Pain by Sir-Talen
Rolas winced and cried out, “Ow! Milady, please!”
Oh, Mother Goddess, maybe he really wasn’t joking. “Rolas,” she said carefully, willing herself to be calm. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Er....” Rolas furrowed his brow, eyes narrowing in sudden pain. “I was sailing…. with you… I suppose.”
“And?” Melanie prompted.
“Storm must have come up…” He hissed softly in frustration. “It… it doesn’t make sense though. Windskimmer is my boat. I don’t bring people on it. Who are you anyway?”
“Rolas, look at your right wrist. Then look at mine,” she said.
He raised his arm, looking like it hurt to fo
RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, BeachedAll Melanie could do was stare dumbly at the space on the deck where Rolas had been. The sea roared past the boat’s fantail, dark and angry. It had swallowed his body as completely as a grass chaser consuming a tree leaper. Unconscious, with no life vest, he had surely sunk instantly, rain soaked fur dragging him down.RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, Beached by Sir-Talen
Another wave pummeled her back, shaking Melanie out of her shock. Sliding over the slick, wave soaked deck, the safety harness jamming itself repeatedly into her abdomen with each strike of a wave, she attached and released the lines one after the other, making her way to the navigation station. She hooked herself in front of it with both lines, as the waves continued to pound the little sailboat repeatedly, crashing over the plexiglass windscreen.
The waterproof flatscreen mounted over the wheel was a jumble of information, all in rendered in precise nautical terminology that only had a passing resemblance to the spaceborn terms she was more familiar with. Fortuna
FYS: Mouse Maze"It's clear," Tim said, pulling his skinny frame back up through the access hatch. Kim already had the precious roll of copper wire out of her backpack and was splicing it to the line leading back to their parent's housing unit.FYS: Mouse Maze by Sir-Talen
"You disabled the cameras?" she asked.
"Not exactly," he said, double checking the looper modules plugged into their morphs. "There weren't any."
"No cameras," she repeated. She quirked up a disbelieving eyebrow. "In a utility tunnel big enough for a human to crawl in?"
"Nope." He shrugged. "And before you ask, there weren't any microphones, motion sensors, pressure plates or laser tripwires. Nothing. I checked three times."
Kim set the wire wrapped spindle down carefully. "It's a trick, y'know. It has to be a trick."
Tim glanced up automatically, looking for overhead drones, even though they were safely under the cover of the thick tree branches. "Of course it is. An access hatch to a major utility junction, unguarded and secured with a padloc
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