Resonating Words

Captain Jacobs dropped eye contact and rubbed his hand against an old hip wound. Simon narrowed his eyes. Captain?

Jacobs grunted and shook his head. About your friend Rico. He paused.

Inside the amber, Simon stilled. What about Rico?

The younger soldier sighed and lifted pleading green eyes to his general. You do realize that if he were to return here after, he would not be safe.


And if he were to run, they would track him down.


Did you want us to kidnap him? Jacobs’ tone was incredulous.

Being my favourite has its perks, Simon replied sadly.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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