Tuesday, 22:00 tines
Mark sat up shaking and shouting in the middle of sleeptine. He looked at the clock and it was twenty-two tines. He shook Juraens’ shoulder who shouted a moment later. “He’s torturing our fem. We need to go. She’s badly beaten, she may not make it. Call the PsyOps troopers. We’re going to need help.”
Mark and Juraens followed their fems’ screams and transported themselves into a hallway leading into a slumber chamber. Their fem was on the floor protecting her offspring from a huge angry man wielding a baseball bat. A cat was bravely trying to fight him off and get him away from the two of them.
The PsyOps troops were right behind them. Mark looked down, the Siamese cat moved and stood protectively over a very young offspring. The PsyOps troops held the husband at ba
