The Zulu spead along as a barriage of orders flew back and forth through the link pearl A'trus wore. The male had taken his rifle off his back and knelt. He shouldered the but if the rifle tightly into the cradle his collarbone and shoulder made. His blue eye pressed against the scope and he looked through the magnification tube at the nearing set of buildings called the Silver Bazaar.
A'trus was annoyed at Chalahko's presence. He didn't enjoy being supervised or advised. He found it offensive, and insult to his and the skills of his unit. But the lieutenant swallowed his pride with a swallow and slowed his breathing. He was a soldier. He had a job to do. He didn't have to like it.Â
"Ground team, this is Loft. We are coming it with weapons hot. Identify target and prepare to apprehend."
There was a pause before the crackle if a voice came back through the link pearl. One of the soldiers on the ground described Titor's attire and location. A'trus found the Red Wing quickly. The man was in the open. Suddenly Titor turned and began walking towards the edge of the Bazaar. Directly towards the Zulu.
"Target is departing! Permission to intercept!" came an excited voice. A'trus placed his finger on the trigger and slowed his breathing until he was still, letting his body shift slightly with the swaying of the airship. A'trus centered his cross hair over the man's knee and, without ceremony, pulled the trigger.Â
The muzzle's flash was brilliant and the bullet rocketed out at hundreds of feet per second. It would cross the distance in a brief moment but A'trus was already loading another round into his weapon as he spoke.
"One down range, one down range, prepare to apprehend." A'trus ordered sternly.as he shouldered the weapon and looked through his scope again to see the result of his shot at Titor.
Sergeant Rungee, whom had stood silently by Chalahko leaned in to the other miqo'te to whisper
"Who would have thought we would ever be hunting down an entire fellow unit of Flames."
The Cell
Kresha looked at Kahn'a and his frantic display and her lip curled in disgust as she crossed her arms.
"You would say anything I want? I don't want that. I want to know where the members of your unit went or would likely go or who might have helped them. I'm not interested in making you say anything else!"
Kresha hated when her victims reached this point. So desperate to avoid pain they began rambling violently. Desperate to appease her. Like scorned lovers crawling back to her. She took in a deep breath and then snapped her fingers. The man with the towel nodded and wrapped it back across Kahn'a's face tightly. The fabric of the towel stretched tight and air became a foreign and difficult thing to obtain. The man with the second bucket came over and without pause began pouring the water over Kahn'a's face. Twenty five seconds this time and the water had ice it it to harm the nerves. Kresha  watched and scowled.Â
As the water ceased to pour she stepped forward and as the man with the towel pulled it away, she seized Kahn'a's hair violently and jerked it to one side.
"Ever torture someone before Mr. Od'hilkas? If you have you know I can do this all day. And night. I won't feed you but you'll get plenty of water. Now answer me. Give me.a guess if that is all you have but if its a bad guess and leads to nothing, my.tortures will.get more intimate. Speak!"
A'trus was annoyed at Chalahko's presence. He didn't enjoy being supervised or advised. He found it offensive, and insult to his and the skills of his unit. But the lieutenant swallowed his pride with a swallow and slowed his breathing. He was a soldier. He had a job to do. He didn't have to like it.Â
"Ground team, this is Loft. We are coming it with weapons hot. Identify target and prepare to apprehend."
There was a pause before the crackle if a voice came back through the link pearl. One of the soldiers on the ground described Titor's attire and location. A'trus found the Red Wing quickly. The man was in the open. Suddenly Titor turned and began walking towards the edge of the Bazaar. Directly towards the Zulu.
"Target is departing! Permission to intercept!" came an excited voice. A'trus placed his finger on the trigger and slowed his breathing until he was still, letting his body shift slightly with the swaying of the airship. A'trus centered his cross hair over the man's knee and, without ceremony, pulled the trigger.Â
The muzzle's flash was brilliant and the bullet rocketed out at hundreds of feet per second. It would cross the distance in a brief moment but A'trus was already loading another round into his weapon as he spoke.
"One down range, one down range, prepare to apprehend." A'trus ordered sternly.as he shouldered the weapon and looked through his scope again to see the result of his shot at Titor.
Sergeant Rungee, whom had stood silently by Chalahko leaned in to the other miqo'te to whisper
"Who would have thought we would ever be hunting down an entire fellow unit of Flames."
The Cell
Kresha looked at Kahn'a and his frantic display and her lip curled in disgust as she crossed her arms.
"You would say anything I want? I don't want that. I want to know where the members of your unit went or would likely go or who might have helped them. I'm not interested in making you say anything else!"
Kresha hated when her victims reached this point. So desperate to avoid pain they began rambling violently. Desperate to appease her. Like scorned lovers crawling back to her. She took in a deep breath and then snapped her fingers. The man with the towel nodded and wrapped it back across Kahn'a's face tightly. The fabric of the towel stretched tight and air became a foreign and difficult thing to obtain. The man with the second bucket came over and without pause began pouring the water over Kahn'a's face. Twenty five seconds this time and the water had ice it it to harm the nerves. Kresha  watched and scowled.Â
As the water ceased to pour she stepped forward and as the man with the towel pulled it away, she seized Kahn'a's hair violently and jerked it to one side.
"Ever torture someone before Mr. Od'hilkas? If you have you know I can do this all day. And night. I won't feed you but you'll get plenty of water. Now answer me. Give me.a guess if that is all you have but if its a bad guess and leads to nothing, my.tortures will.get more intimate. Speak!"
