“Right. Anyway, Nog knows the plans, both this one an’ the contingency plan. If they come at us this way, he knows t’ scuttle the coach.” He could tell this confused both Terra and Tboi. “He’ll derail us, so you’ll have t’ make sure yer strapped in on my signal. Otherwise, Tboi here will be too busy cleaning yer bloody carcasses off an’ trying to heal ya’ to figure out how t’ aim a weapon.”
Ingrid drummed her fingers on the coach wall in irritation and he took the hint, but before he could continue, Terra asked, “If we derail, how will we get away or get to the Depot?”
“No get away,” hummed R’Zen. “Must kill all or else.”
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). WARNING: editing has not taken place.