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She ducks back into the circular chamber, trying not to make a noise. The first thing she sees is the child, curled up in the blankets, hugging them to him as if he can’t seem to keep warm. He’s afraid of something, she realizes, and her heart goes out to him. She doesn’t approach too close, afraid of waking him, but just stands, wondering what in the name of the Universe she can do to help him. Healing his injuries isn’t an option; her eyes burn with shame just thinking of the massive amounts of energy she wasted trying to do that veery thing. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers brokenly, falling to her knees in her grief. “I’m so, very sorry.”
His tiny hand finds hers, and his eyes open as he shifts his position to be closer to her. “Don’t,” he mumbles, his blue eyes, so full of pain, locked onto hers. “Don’t.”
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Reply #3241. Feb 28 12, 4:11 PM
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Jazmee27
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Chapter 12 - Somahri Javiteya
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The 18-year-old suppressed a shudder as his brother outlined, in graphic detail, how the Universal Criminal Organization worked. “You really must pay more attention, My Boy,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’m prepared to be patient today because you’re new to this, but—“
Somahri Javiteya listens as best he can to his older brother drone on and on, his thoughts a jumble of disconnected phrases. One fully formed question keeps repeating itself over and over again like a broken record: How in Universe’ name did he get himself into this mess, and how is he to extricate himself without Xiveydo growing suspicious?
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Reply #3242. Feb 28 12, 4:12 PM
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Somahri looked over at the girl standing next to him. Lynda Khaviytra was looking down at her hands with a slight frown on her face. Finally, she murmurs, “I thought as much.
“What do you want to do,” he asks, his face expressionless.
“What can we do,” she counters. “I dare not show my face around Cehrvanakavreyda HQ; Bizanti might kill me. And yet, if I don’t…” She breaks off, staring straight ahead, and he knows what she would have said had she continued her thought.
“We’ll figure out something,” he mutters, and she nods once to acknowledge his words. He can see her skepticism even though she’s clearly trying to hide it. So much has happened so fast, and it could all jeopardize the mission unless they figure out a way around the complications. Then, he has a flash of insight. “What about Naomi’s information,” he asks.
“We can try,” she replies.
“And there’s this,” he reminds her, “Xiveydo hasn’t done anything to indicate he suspects my role in things, so I could still find out something useful.” In fact, he remembers with a shock, just that morning he’d let slip the whereabouts of the missing Voliyno boy. All Somahri had to figure out was what their next step would be, and quickly.
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Reply #3243. Feb 28 12, 4:13 PM
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Jazmee27
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The other folders have only one file in - if that.
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Reply #3244. Feb 28 12, 4:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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I was wrong - Mostayna Voliyno's has two:
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Mostayna Voliyno
The voice on the other end of the line snorts in derision. “You can’t possibly believe that, Younger Brother. There’s absolutely nothing connecting you, or even me, to the twerp’s disappearance. Same goes for that fire. Give it a rest!”
After a moment’s hesitation, the Mnoibrvanan allows himself a slight chuckle. “You’re right. Just being careful, is all.”
“I understand, the voice replies, and he’s tempted to scream. “Stop worrying; we’re in the clear.”
Maybe you are, the 35-year-old thinks bitterly, uncertain now that any form of comm.unication with his older brother was a good idea, but the rest of us—
“You worry too much,” the voice on the other end of the line says soothingly. “Everything will work out just fine.”
Suddenly angry, the Mnoibrvanan slams the device shut and stands there, breathing hard. “It’s all fine and good for you,” he rants to the empty room, “you who can make all the decisions at a distance. The rest of us, we get to live with the consequences of our actions.”
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Reply #3245. Feb 28 12, 4:31 PM
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The maddening thing about Korehna Morehnta, he reflects bitterly, is how she always appears to be unruffled. Like today. She walked past when he was freaking out over this mess with his nephew, and she gave him this look that clearly said more than words that he was blowing this out of proportion. Her hair had been pulled behind her by this magical hair net thing. Every time he looks into her eyes, he can’t help but shiver. There’s a coldness which never used to be there. And, as always, she doesn’t miss a thing. “Cold, Mostayna,” she asks in that mocking voice that drives him absolutely nuts.
“Sort of,” he remembers answering, and feeling his temper stray closer and closer to the surface the longer she stood there.
“Perhaps you should wear something warmer,” she suggests before turning to head down the hall.
“I just might,” he’d muttered, thinking it would take far more than fabric to remove the chill in the air.
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Reply #3246. Feb 28 12, 4:32 PM
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Jazmee27
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Qorteviyno's got three:
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Qorteviyno Qivrantis
It is a tiny room with a door at one end and no windows. Though the remainder of the building is floored in tile, the ground here is pure dirt, making it “undesirable.” It is a good place to hide something—or someone.
The figure lying prone in the grime is a boy no older than two or three years. His dark brown hair is plastered to his head with dried blood, and he has languished in the land of unconsciousness at least six hours. The exact color of his eyes cannot quite be determined due to the large bruise taking up at least half of his face. His throat is red and swollen, and his right arm is bent at an unnatural angle. There is a deep gash across his belly, from one side to the other, and numerous smaller cuts on his chest, arms and legs, a few of which still bleed sluggishly. His back, likewise, is bruised, and anyone looking closely would clearly see it’s been fractured in at least three or four places. One shoulder looks to be dislocated, and his clothes have been torn from his frame and scattered somewhere else. The air in the room is frigid, and every now and then his body will jerk spasmodically in a sort of uncontrollable shiver.
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Reply #3247. Feb 28 12, 4:34 PM
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The door of his windowless prison opens soundlessly, and a young girl, no more than nine years old, ducks inside and bolts the door. Her chocolate-brown eyes probe the darkness until they light upon the form huddled in a corner. Instantly, she is across the room and kneeling down beside him, her eyes brimming with tears. This confuses the child, who’s still drifting in and out of consciousness. Every breath seems to stick in his chest, and he wonders vaguely why he’s trying so hard to survive. But no sooner does the thought cross his mind than a vivid image flashes before his eyes, that of his identical twin and father, their faces devoid of hope as they realize he’s not coming back to them. I can’t do that to my family, he thinks, and stubbornly clings to the tiny spark of life within him.
He struggles and attempts to sit up, but the girl’s firm hand holds him in place. “Don’t move,” she cautions in a gentle voice, one hand stroking his hair. He lies motionless, eyes closed tight against the pain pulsing thr ough his battered frame in waves, and wonders what has happened to him. He remembers playing with Qodi before bedtime, remembers their father coming to tuck them in, remembers Kora… what? Something nags at the back of his mind, but when he tries to focus on it the pain overwhelms him. With a strangled cry, he blacks out once more.
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Reply #3248. Feb 28 12, 4:34 PM
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When he next opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the girl. Her head is lowered as if in prayer, and her shoulders are shaking violently. Stifling a gasp of pain, he attempts to sit up in order to move closer to the distraught girl. After a bit, he gives up and lies there, catching his breath. Then, with a stubbornness he didn’t know he possessed, he half rolls, half crawls over to where she is weeping. He places a tentative hand on her arm and feels her trembling cease as she looks up at him in surprise. “You’re OK,” she blurts, relieved, then averts her gaze in embarrassment.
He wants to comfort her, but figures that if lifting an arm generates so much pain then speaking cannot be much better. So he remains the way he is, with one hand still touching herarm. Finally, she shifts position until her own hand is right against his. With a contented sigh, his eyes close once more.
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Reply #3249. Feb 28 12, 4:35 PM
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Jazmee27
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Hey, everyone, here’s my Fantasy team for this week: MindWarrior, baldricksmum, enigma_guy, geognut, Wacky-Jacky, Morticia60, and bda9. Good luck to all (and no pressure-except to the latter).
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Reply #3250. Feb 28 12, 4:55 PM
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The following made it through round one: MindWarrior, geognut, Wacky-Jacky, and bda9. Well done and good luck!
(Ten points so far)
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Reply #3251. Feb 29 12, 9:33 AM
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Chris called, and we made an appointment for next Friday at 2. A social worker's coming with as she wants to see a mobility lesson. We're going to discuss goals--one of these days I'll surprise myself by going down for the mail by myself (like I used to). Orientation wise, there's not a problem; it's balance (and a whole lot more confidence, seeing as how the balance isn't likely to improve any in this lifetime)..
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Reply #3252. Feb 29 12, 12:50 PM
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Jazmee27
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I’d love to know who writes the script for “Revenge.” He or she deserves a medal or something… this is the second or third week in a row that I’ve cried both times I watched the episode – the first time the night it was aired, the second time a few days later when I watched it online (actually, I didn’t watch last week; so it was two weeks ago, the week before that and today [I know it hasn’t aired yet tonight, but I’d be surprised if I didn’t start bawling when it’s over]).
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Reply #3253. Feb 29 12, 7:48 PM
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Jazmee27
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What is the meaning of this?!
"Revenge" isn't new again until April :(
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Reply #3254. Feb 29 12, 10:50 PM
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Jazmee27
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Round two: geognut is the only one still in the competition. Well done, everyone-at least you did your best, and good luck to geognut.
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Reply #3255. Mar 01 12, 8:27 AM
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Jazmee27
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Pam downstairs just called to let me know maintenance is coming around 9 tomorrow morning to install smoke detectors.
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Reply #3256. Mar 01 12, 12:00 PM
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Jazmee27
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One of my former teachers volunteers at a thrift shop and the community library. Both places have sales on their cassette books, buy one get one free, eitherer $0.50 or $1 per book. She told me to call her next week if I'm interested, and she'll see what she can find for me.
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Reply #3257. Mar 01 12, 3:38 PM
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Jazmee27
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I'm nervous about this wedding
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Reply #3258. Mar 01 12, 10:12 PM
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Jazmee27
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Grandma's hoping to schedule a doctor appointment tomorrow (for whatever reason, they're not allowed to schedule appointments except the day they call).
She lost her voice yesterday
The doctor she saw the other day didn't do a throat culture, but merely prescribed an antibiotic (and her last dose was Sunday or Monday). She tried calling Tuesday, but was told to wait as the medicine was still in her system.
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Reply #3259. Mar 01 12, 10:16 PM
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Jazmee27
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Anita's going with us to the wedding as Charlie's working
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Reply #3260. Mar 01 12, 10:17 PM
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