Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

a pecking order, soldier. A hierarchy, just like any civilised
society. Let’s just say we’re doing a bit of genetic
selection.” He looks a bit sick, but it’s obvious he sees the
sense in it. “Watch the door. With the camo gear, it’s not
like these guys are going to trust you and you don’t speak
the lingo. Play look out at the door out to the main
corridor and keep an eye out for patrols. Let me deal
here, yeah?”
He wants to object, I can see it in his face, but he sees
the sense in the argument and moves towards the outer
door at the top of the cells. “All clear, let’s get on with
it.”
I move down the rows of cells, swiping the card and
letting out the occupants. Nasolas – nodding their head
and running for the exit back into the tunnels when I
indicate the way. Pockla – nice to have a few markers
with that one if I ever need a healing spell. Vampire – I
consider letting him rot, but he’s more than a fledge –
been around a while, even got the potential to be a
Master if he’s careful, so I play the pragmatic card and
open the door. The soldier is eyeing the perimeter,
glancing back and I can see the frustration building as I
stand by every door, playing God with some bastard
demon’s future. Maybe he now knows how I felt when