07-05-2014, 10:19 PM
"Don't touch me," Wolffe said briskly as she felt Protegée's hand on his arm. He quickly moved it away from her, glaring at her for a second before returning his gaze to the horizon. His hands moved expertly over the control board, aligning the various charts he had placed on top of it. One of them had a red circle in the middle of nothing scribbled quickly with unsteady hands. One quick glance at it, and the next second the hunter had shoved it to the floor. He pushed a lever next to his right hand and, as the engines roared once more, he exhaled depply. Again, his right hand went through his hair. Ever since that damned aircraft had crashed on his island, his whole life had become hell once more. Was it so difficult to get some solitude? He looked back over his shoulder to glance one last time at his island. That was when it hit him: they had no food.
"Great, this is simply great," Wolffe said angrily as he hit the board with his fist, "we have no food whatsoever, and we might take a while to hit land. This is awesome."
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