The same momentary silence occurred, then the taps, a different sequence this time. Terra noticed Ingrid’s frightened expression, but before she could question it, Ingrid spoke in a lower pitched voice into the microphone. “Maintenance channel. Requesting supplies in segment K, Northern Ed Complex Corridor-West.” Speechless, Terra watched as the Maiden continued to stare at the console. There was an even longer pause then before, then static, then another pause. The words that issued from the speaker moments later made goose bumps bristle the hairs on the back of Terra’s neck.
“Abort. They know.” More static, followed by a click, and the call ended. Ingrid’s head, weighted down by the heavy dose of fear and uncertainty that had just been transmitted, lowered in defeat until her forehead was propped on the corridor wall.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).