13: Keelin
Keelin
There was, Keelin thought, a comfort in knowing the guards could take them down at any moment. It was outside her control. A decent shot to the head, and it would be over.
“They haven’t raised their weapons yet, have they?” Deva said.
“Not yet. Watching us, though. And talking.”
“You reckon they’re talking to others?”
“Maybe. They’re using comms.” The ear-pieces were hard to see, even with a hard zoom, but not impossible.
“So there’s no chance of us running.”
“No.”
Deva’s breath was drawn-out and loud. “How do we play this?” she asked.
“Not sure. Depends on them.”
“Would be good to have some kind of game-plan.”
She was right. But planning wasn’t Keelin’s speciality.
She stopped, turned. “Any ideas?”
Deva sucked on her lower lip as she peered around Keelin, a
