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Grant flicked the main switch. Nothing. No sudden thump of the boosters kicking in, not even a sound. His eyes darted frantically over the rocket's console controls. The auxiliary power was not enough to fire the afterburners.
They were stranded in space. Floating.
She entered the cave with trepidation. The walls appeared to be sweating, moving. She knew she had entered the nest. The breeding ground .
The flesh was crisp, a strangely welcoming odour of cooked meat accompanied.
"I'm trying real hard, bro. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd." Blake said, glaring pugnaciously at his opponent.
"Yeah, okay Tarantino! Make your move then!" Greg replied.
Blake stared for a moment longer, a moment too long for Greg's liking.
Then he moved his rook.
It was automatic. The way the pieces of the rifle fell into his hands, then into their rightful places along the stem. He smiled. Perfect. Seamless. An extension of his arm, his heartbeat.