Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 84

Watney, now facing Cato, subtly bowed her head. As if understanding, he bowed back, but kept his head hung, still. caught pipes that snuck up along the façade of the enemy compound. His brow twitched in confusion, but his lips turned up bright red sign on it read CAUTION: FLAMMABLE. nostrils. He repositioned his scope right at the fuel pipeline. “Run to the tree line at one,” Surrich radioed. “In three . . . two . . .” If they made it out of this alive, Watney would kill him. “One.” compound, calling for evac. He had either saved all of them or killed them, hoping to get a weak rook back. The queen would want it. Z [73]