In the brightly lit corridor, the Black Mih pushed Charles forward. The Captain of the Narwhal maintained a calm yet sorrowful expression.
He could not believe they had just killed Sarin like that. What saddened him was not Sarin's death, but the utter indifference these Mih displayed toward their lives. In a place like this, survival depended entirely on the final outcome of the person one was impersonating from the previous epoch.
Phew, it's a good thing we got script 134. If we had drawn 704, we would have been the ones dismembered, Richard thought with relief.
Charles's lips curled into a cold smirk. You think that's a good thing?
Good, my ass! We have to figure a way out of here. If this keeps up, they'll torture us to death sooner or later!
Charles glanced at the two Black Mih escorting him. He knew he could kill them, but doing so would only bring more trouble than it was worth. He had to find another way to escape.
