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The Wayward Astronomer: Ch3
Hal grimaced as he stared down the business end of a springer carbine, carried by a rather tough looking wolf wearing heavy winter clothing. He could see several tick marks etched into the wooden stock, seven to be exact, and underneath the kill tally was carved a single word: "Jessie". Apparently, this springer had seen some action, and Hal was not feeling all that enthusiastic about becoming the eighth notch for that weapon.
The wolf grumbled in a deep commanding voice, "I said HANDS. UP." His breath sent a dense cloud of water vapor floating into the sky, as thick as smoke and not smelling all that much dissimilar. Hal slowly rose his hands in surrender as his tail stared unblinking at his current captor. Hal wasn't sure who this person was, whether he was a trooper or a thug or a mercenary, but whoever he was, the wolf was not alone. Behind him were three other armed individuals, all wearing civilian winter clothes but packing firepower that suggested that
The Wayward Astronomer: Chapter 22[Chapter 22]
* THUD *
A dull tremor gently shook the floor, halfway stirring Hal out of his slumber. He lay in that murky miasma of half-sleep: barely even aware that he was no longer unconscious. It was almost impossible to wake any further on his own, and he lacked the willpower or energy to open his eyes.
“Hal.” He felt Miri's hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. “Did you hear that?”
“Mmmm?” He rolled over, slowly forcing his eyelids to open. The room was dark and blurry to him, but Miri soon reached over to shake a glo-orb, and the needle of new light poked sharp pain into his skull. Hal winced, hoping his eyes would adjust quickly.
The room was well sound-proofed by design, so Hal couldn't hear very much of what was going on outside. He thought he heard the muffled sounds of commotion, like a violent argument was happening down on the floor down below.
* CLACK – CLACK – CLACK *
The distinct sound of springer fire pi