[ Topic Reviewed - Post-War ]
He glided through the darkness with ease, his footsteps quick and light. The same couldn't be said for the woman following behind him; she was terribly nervous, trembling constantly, always looking this way and that as if guards would suddenly spring at them from the surrounding woods. "Move faster," he grunted. "Keep going at that pace and someone will catch us for sure."
"A-ah, all right," the woman stammered. She shuffled forward a bit more quickly so that she was now right by his side, and she stepped a little closer to him.
He glanced at her face, a perfect specimen of what he identified as terror, and then at the small, black and red badge she clutched in her hand. It had been oddly easy to convince this woman that he was an Imperial spy, sent to rescue her from the hell that was the Purine Interrogation Center. Were all humans this gullible? He hoped not. But even if they were, perhaps there would be a way to improve upon their intellect...
[3 BP awarded]