Sunday, December 20, 2015

100 Words a Day 752

I ducked behind the stone, avoiding the fusillade of laser fire that darkened the wall behind where my head had been a moment before. I clutched the Galactic Cube against my chest. I could feel it tingling through my shirt. It was warm to the touch.

I said a short prayer before diving from cover and sprinting for the chamber exit. I wasn’t sure what the Central Authority wanted with the Cube, but I would be damned before I hand it over to them. I retraced my steps through the sunken temple, eventually emerging in the hot, hazy Quotion Jungle.

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