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He approached the black garbage bag. Police officers weren’t supposed to be afraid, but the recent murders went beyond his understanding.
It was a small bag, so a child.
Stepping across the street and into the snow bank beyond, he slit the plastic, turning his eyes away from the gore bound to spill across his sturdy black shoes. Please, please, please don’t let the child be disemboweled, but he didn’t believe in God, not after all these years.
He looked back, plastic plates and cups scattered around his feet.
He began to cry.
The fires were burning now, popping up in various places in the valley below. Soon her prey would be flushed and it would be over. And yet, nothing came and nothing came and nothing came.
She moved into the valley, determined for this to end. The fires, no longer hers, flashed to life, surrounding her in an instant. And beyond, nothing’s eyes, and nothing’s eyes and nothing’s eyes.
“It don’t think this is right,” Nathan said, leaning so far back, eyes searching the balloon above them, Bridgett thought he might fall out of the basket. “Are you sure this is where they told you to come?”
“Yes,” she replied, the same answer she had been giving for the last two hours. “At 1410 the lattice-work will open and we’ll float up into the atmosphere.”
He straightened. “Are you sure?”
“This isn’t some sneaky trick by the enemy to take us out?”
“Really? Are you that paranoid?”
“No.” But he was. “So what happens then?”
“The space ship collects us, mission complete.”
Nathan frowned. “I don’t like it.”
“What could go wrong? Stop being a worry-wart.”
He didn’t say anything, but there were a lot of things which could go wrong and he thought he knew them all.
A moment later, she slipped over the side of the basket. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
He looked at his watch. “But… it’s 1400.”
“I’ll be back.”
At the bottom of the rope ladder, she stood, watching the lattice-work open and the balloon float upwards.
Space ship; really? She laughed.