“68. . XXX …69. . …”
Jim muttered. “Just do it already!”
Jim snapped, looking over his shoulder at the cyborg. I told you I’m not giving you the fucking map!”
I protested, jerking free from his grasp. “Heh heh heh. . . . …”
Silver chuckled at Jim’s amazed gaze. “. . . . …I need you. . …”
Silver finally managed to spit out. Let you run off and warn. …THEM!”
He spat the last word in disgust, pointing up towards the cave, where Doppler and Amelia were supposedly huddled up in a corner, wrapped around each other as if their lives depended on it. Morph stopped assaulting Jim and turned back into its usual form. Silver looked confused. “I mean. …all that talk about light coming off my sails and all the other shit you told me to boost my vibe. …seriously dude. …”
I turned away suddenly, to suppress a sob. “NOW!!”
Which sent it flying for cover behind me.
