Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
The
reverend, though, seems as unwilling for that fate to unfold as I, and rushes
out of the cockpit.
“Alicia
Ivy?”
I refocus on
Rose.
She studies
me nervously. “Are you ready to begin?”
Nodding, I
pick up the scalpel and approach the sleeping Silas Shipping.
Even as I
focus on him, I partially focus on the life cords that Orion and Wayta are
carefully wrapping around their waists.
I note which
limb I’m going to sever. And make sure I identify which rope is wrapped around
Orion, and which is secured on Wayta.
My knife is
situated over the arm, ready to slide through so close to the metal that his
flesh is barely touched. Even as I send an emergency protocol blade out of the
side of the ship by the cords.
The knife
cuts down at Silas Shipping even as the blade pierces into Wayta’s cord. And I
keep working at both with the precision of a surgeon, and the motive of an AI
with a crew to protect.
“Stop, it’s
done.”
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