[Sodium_noir] Team Scarab to the Rescue!

[Jennie Teakle]

The Scarab, Bastet, Christine

Iblis 


Christine feels hollow and nauseous but this time
there are no visions of either past of future.
Instead, the present becomes all consuming. She is
suddenly and acutely aware that she hasn't eaten
anything since yesterday, has slept barely 6 of the
last 72 hours, on top of which, she lost a lot of
blood this morning. Every thing seems to crumple
suddenly - her courage, her vitality and her ability
to care strongly about anything or anyone. Her skin
takes on a sickly pallor under the sodium lights. 

"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't have anything more to
give this whole rescue mission. I'm not a fighter and
I don't have the first fucking clue what I'm supposed
to do about a demon. I just can't . . . " her face
puckers into tired and demoralised lines. She makes a
limp, dispirited gesture then her hands fall to her
sides. "I'm sorry," she repeats this time with a
certain finality.

She looks briefly at Aurora, meeting her  eye beneath
the mask. "I'll be seeing you," she says. She knows
that this is the absolute truth and that means that at
least Bastet will live to tell the tale of this fight.
In reality, however, neither Aurora nor the Scarab
need Christine to get in the way and be a liability
right now.

Christine turns and heads for the yard exit. She has
every intention of walking until she reaches a place
where she can rest. Wherever that ends up being. The
City can spin its stories without her for a night. 


	
	
		
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