Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 83

calm, an air of understanding around her, even when an enemyin-charge appeared. At one point, their negotationed appeared to grow violent but Watney pointed directly at Surrich. He imagined the other side of the mountain.” Surrich chuckled when the enemy honcho fell for the bluff, brought a radio to his lips and gave a command. The heavy doors to the compound behind them opened up and two more sentries appeared. In front of them was the bound and badly beaten hostage Khayal Cato. “Wow,” Surrich muttered, peeking out from his scope and a scope to see the pai