That. That one. The one who stopped the young one. (The gray one will be an easy kill, but the Asset will wait. The signal has not sounded. There is still time.) That one. The Asset knows that smell.
How does the Asset know that smell.
The panther stays, reluctantly; the young one stays, whimpering; the human shaped ones stay. For now, they stay. "Come on, we'll go together," the woman says. "We can't be out in the open when the shooting starts. The woods is smarter than the town, we'll be sitting ducks in an actual building."
She walks, brisk but still walks, and says, "I'm Anna. You don't have to tell me your names, even if you can."
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:31 am (UTC)How does the Asset know that smell.
The panther stays, reluctantly; the young one stays, whimpering; the human shaped ones stay. For now, they stay. "Come on, we'll go together," the woman says. "We can't be out in the open when the shooting starts. The woods is smarter than the town, we'll be sitting ducks in an actual building."
She walks, brisk but still walks, and says, "I'm Anna. You don't have to tell me your names, even if you can."