Nothing stirred.
If you were to compile a list of the top ten—in no particular order—things not to do, then hopping a wall and interrupting a series of invisible pressure switches would be somewhere around the middle, which says it all, really. The first thing you would notice about your charge up this wall is how high and unwelcoming it is and perhaps it’s a very Good Idea to call instead at the front door. If you are particularly persistent and this deterrent fails then the booby traps will no doubt express their displeasure by igniting, blowing, and generally having a blast.
Not that Lih particularly felt like glaring, yelling, or having a blast, a thing that used to have its own special slot in his busy schedule. He was too tired, now. Were he not so tired he’d definitely have given her what for… or at least thought about it. Right now he was unable to defend himself from any real menace. If Lih’s father saw his physical condition right now, he’d make Lih work the ropes along the ship. That’s just the kind of man he was.
“Oh f-," Lih began. He tried to sound strong, but his words wilted as they came out. His guts were like ice. “sir, I know her."
He reset his lens and locked onto the point it was tagging.
Siobhan and the wolf were simply concussed. The hidden charges had blown. The force of the detonation instantly shredded the entire length of the back patio deck into broken particles. Small flakes of rusty metal trickled down from overhead, no bigger than a rose petal, landed on the wolf's nose.
Lih reached one of his pale, trembling hands over toward the fallen pair. He’d read about this in books. The hero, on the very brink of being tossed out of his heroic order would do something, well, heroic and earn himself… pretty ladies, mostly. The books didn’t say what happened after.
Still, it was easier said than done.
He grimaced. The albino cop stopped moving toward Siobhan, and looked at Dorian. “Are there any other wires?"
Vitya Lih
If you were to compile a list of the top ten—in no particular order—things not to do, then hopping a wall and interrupting a series of invisible pressure switches would be somewhere around the middle, which says it all, really. The first thing you would notice about your charge up this wall is how high and unwelcoming it is and perhaps it’s a very Good Idea to call instead at the front door. If you are particularly persistent and this deterrent fails then the booby traps will no doubt express their displeasure by igniting, blowing, and generally having a blast.
Not that Lih particularly felt like glaring, yelling, or having a blast, a thing that used to have its own special slot in his busy schedule. He was too tired, now. Were he not so tired he’d definitely have given her what for… or at least thought about it. Right now he was unable to defend himself from any real menace. If Lih’s father saw his physical condition right now, he’d make Lih work the ropes along the ship. That’s just the kind of man he was.
“Oh f-," Lih began. He tried to sound strong, but his words wilted as they came out. His guts were like ice. “sir, I know her."
He reset his lens and locked onto the point it was tagging.
Siobhan and the wolf were simply concussed. The hidden charges had blown. The force of the detonation instantly shredded the entire length of the back patio deck into broken particles. Small flakes of rusty metal trickled down from overhead, no bigger than a rose petal, landed on the wolf's nose.
Lih reached one of his pale, trembling hands over toward the fallen pair. He’d read about this in books. The hero, on the very brink of being tossed out of his heroic order would do something, well, heroic and earn himself… pretty ladies, mostly. The books didn’t say what happened after.
Still, it was easier said than done.
He grimaced. The albino cop stopped moving toward Siobhan, and looked at Dorian. “Are there any other wires?"
Vitya Lih