Innate Bad Luck

The titan tilted his head and regarded the apartment tower across from them. “Ah, something to do with a collapsing structure and Nathan’s stubborn luck.”

Shaking his head, Hendrick brought his fists to his lap and unfurled his fingers. “You’re telling me, the captain got himself trapped under a building?”

“Ah-huh.” This time Gregori twisted to face the scout grinning. He held up a closed fist, and then popped up his index finger, “trapped.” Another finger went up, “mortally wounded.” Yet another digit rose, “on a self-appointed solo, and,” the smallest finger went up, “the General found him.”

“Fucking idiot.”


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