Music: “Escape” - by MS (© GnomeTone Records)
The camp exploded into chaos.
Centurions in full armor ripped down tents, kicked over water containers, smashing a week’s worth of drinking supply. Women were yanked by the hair and dragged toward the transport. Kids who were too quick to grab got shot with tasers…falling to the ground twitching like fish out of water.
The soldiers laughed.
Some of the younger men tried to fight back, but most didn’t last more than a few seconds. Still, it bought others time to run, most heading deeper toward the furnace where the heat was unbearable and the terrain too chaotic for the Centurions to risk.
A young mother sprinted past me, child in arms, with a Centurion closing in. As he rounded the corner, I jumped out and swung a metal pipe into his chest. Something crunched, followed by the hiss of air. He hit the ground flat on his back, wheezing.
I grabbed his taser—a long rod that looked like a cattle prod—and jammed the end under his helmet.
ZZZZZZAP!
He twitched violently, helmet rattling.
Mirrored visor, I thought. Perfect.
I stared at the details of his uniform…and concentrated.
The raid was over almost as quickly as it had started. The Centurions rounded up their catch—six children, ten bound and gagged adults—and loaded them into the transport. The rest had either hidden well enough or escaped.
The roll call started.
“Tad?”
“Here.”
“Rey?”
“Here.”
“Ewart?”
“Sir.”
“Azzo?”
“Present.”
“Leith?”
Silence.
“Where’s Leith?” the officer demanded.
The pudgy driver snorted. “How the TGII should I know? You all look the same in those outfits. Besides, I just drive this boat.” He stomped off to the cab.
The officer cursed and keyed his mic. “Leith, where the blast are you? Rey, take two men and—”
“There he is, sir,” Rey cut in, pointing.
I jogged up with the taser in hand.
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