Captured
The shot rang out and Harmon crumpled. In a moment Buck had sighted down his rifle at a couple of Vargr that had stepped from the jungle.
“Lay down your weapons, and no one else needs to get shot!” called out a figure at the top of steps leading to the ruined city.
While there were only five visible ambushers, Haank’s laser warning screamed he was the target of at least five other unseen assailants.
“Like hell we will just lay down scum!” shouted Kelso as he started to raise his rifle in response.
Click, and Kelso was staring into the barrel of Lur’s drawn pistol, “Don’t even think about it… boss,” he said with a cruel smirk.
“Again, drop you weapons! You armor may protect you for a moment, but what good is it going to do for the rest of your friends? Lay them down, if I have to warn you again someone will be dead.”
The look in Kelso’s eyes at Lur’s betrayal was like two hot knives, promising a painful demise if he was given half a chance. Lorain, looked upon the situation in shock and fear, willing Captain Stanbridge to order the group’s surrender. Ross could do nothing but try and keep Harmon from bleeding out. Aris stood helpless over the disabled body of his drone. Abe tried to move in an nonthreatening manner toward Harmon.
They were trapped. Like Haank’s, Ella’s laser warning system was calling out multiple hostiles aimed at her and the others.
It was obvious to her crew, she was more than pissed.
“Captain, I can hit ’em from here, but not before they shoot somebody else,” stated Buck, but Ella waved him off.
“Lay them down fellas, surrender your arms,” the words bitter in her mouth.
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The Vargr were rough and thorough, the crew was subdued-their weapons and armor stripped from them. Harmon lay dead, Abe’s hand covered in his blood. Kelso could only speak about his plans for Lur’s demise, and how he was going to have a grand old time kicking some puppies, at least until he was struck unconscious by one of the Vargr. It was only once the Vargr gave the all clear, did the man descend the steps to reveal himself.
The scared man moved menacingly through the group and stopped at Lorain, “Well, well, well… looks like we have the good professor’s daughter now boys. Maybe now, we might actually find something.”
He looked at the bound and disarmed group, laughed for a moment then, “Move them to the camp, I am sure Bren will be interested to see them.”
