Country Living, Part 9
"All I'm saying is that he went after a Ward," Vicky said emphatically. "There are rules! And this isn't the first time!"
Her mother sighed. "I know, believe me I know. I wish it were that simple."
"Why can't it be?" Vicky said, near tears. "They killed Aunt Jess! They almost killed Rachel Lindt, and she's a Ward now! Someone has to stop them!"
"It's too dangerous," her mother said forcefully. "I can't--let the PRT handle it, just leave the Nazis alone for now."
"How can you say that!" Vicky said, forcing herself not to stomp her foot or punch the wall or do something else that would break something. "I just, arrrrrrrrrgh!"
"Victoria!" Her mother called after her, but Vicky was already gone.
Later
"... and so I came here," Vicky finished, as she accepted another 50-pound bags of feed from the nice PRT man below her, and passed it along up the stairs.
"Fucking Nazis," Rachel Lindt said from the top of the stairs, taking the bag and setting it on the shelf. "Brandish ain't wrong though. Cornered animals are dangerous."
Vicky blinked in shock, as she accepted a box of emergency supplies. "Huh, I'd have thought you'd feel differently."
Rachel snorted as she took the box. "Hookwolf's gone, and the ones left aren't hurting dogs no more. His friends left too." She paused to take a pallet of water from Vicky. "Most of them left. The ones left, rabid, cornered animals. Dangerous. You shoot them from a distance, or wall them up and leave them to die. Dangerous, too dangerous."
"But I'm a hero!" Vicky replied, passing along a pallet of freeze-dried food.
"So? They don't care. You're too nice, you want things to be fair. Fuckers like them, you don't fight fair, you just put them down."
Note: Rachel knows this one. Is real confident about it.
Her mother sighed. "I know, believe me I know. I wish it were that simple."
"Why can't it be?" Vicky said, near tears. "They killed Aunt Jess! They almost killed Rachel Lindt, and she's a Ward now! Someone has to stop them!"
"It's too dangerous," her mother said forcefully. "I can't--let the PRT handle it, just leave the Nazis alone for now."
"How can you say that!" Vicky said, forcing herself not to stomp her foot or punch the wall or do something else that would break something. "I just, arrrrrrrrrgh!"
"Victoria!" Her mother called after her, but Vicky was already gone.
Later
"... and so I came here," Vicky finished, as she accepted another 50-pound bags of feed from the nice PRT man below her, and passed it along up the stairs.
"Fucking Nazis," Rachel Lindt said from the top of the stairs, taking the bag and setting it on the shelf. "Brandish ain't wrong though. Cornered animals are dangerous."
Vicky blinked in shock, as she accepted a box of emergency supplies. "Huh, I'd have thought you'd feel differently."
Rachel snorted as she took the box. "Hookwolf's gone, and the ones left aren't hurting dogs no more. His friends left too." She paused to take a pallet of water from Vicky. "Most of them left. The ones left, rabid, cornered animals. Dangerous. You shoot them from a distance, or wall them up and leave them to die. Dangerous, too dangerous."
"But I'm a hero!" Vicky replied, passing along a pallet of freeze-dried food.
"So? They don't care. You're too nice, you want things to be fair. Fuckers like them, you don't fight fair, you just put them down."
Note: Rachel knows this one. Is real confident about it.
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