A Plan Prt 4

“What good is gathering us all in one place. Like Matteo said, they set off that machine and every one of us, corralled in the valley, will be rendered useless. No one will be able to turn or fight back. It’s easier to massacre a race when we’re all laid like fish in a bowl, and no one’ll be free of its effects if the only area we patrol is the valley. I’m sure they can make bigger, or use multiple, to hit us all at once.” Jesus is now on his feet pacing, agitated, and getting worked up by the second. I’m starting to feel the restless unease spreading through them all like a virus, as they mumble their agreeance and I keep looking to Colton to say something.

“This is pointless… you think I don’t think the same and that I didn’t try and reason with him? Nothing I said made a difference. It never does.” Colton stands up, losing his temper, agitated too, and utterly drained. I can feel it coming off him inte