"WE HAVE TO PULL THEM OUT!" A Para named Courtney screams at Texas. She'd volunteered to be part of the team combing through the footage, edit it and put it out on the web for the world to see. They'd only been there 5 days and the suffering they'd been through was more than enough to make a grown man cry.
"We don't have the resources to yet, Courtney." Texas replied with a sad sigh. He rubbed his head.
"You're the most powerful Para around! Can't you use your gravity on the complex and rescue them!?" She demands.
"Don't be foolish, my dear." Claire says coming into the room. "Such an act would kill him."
"They're going to die if we don't do something!"
"We are doing something. Here, look." Texas sat her down at the desk and showed her the website that had been set up to gather followers. "There are 40,000 non-para's watching and rising in fury. They're sending in money by the hundreds to help us. And this other number...200 other para's are also promising their support for when we're ready to go after the camp. They are already gathering in the city less than a days drive from the camp."
"Are we joining them?" She demands.
"Yes, of course. Me, Shannon, Shadow and maybe two other people will be going. Flint and Claire will be in charge while we're gone."
"I'll go!" Courtney volunteers herself.
"I'm afraid your skills with technology will not be of much use in a fight...but what you're doing right now...getting support...that's just as important. Alright?" Texas pats her back as she nods. Claire taps him on the back of the shoulder. He stands and follows her to a private corner.
"You sure you're up for this, Texas?" Claire asks, a hint of worry in her voice.
"Of course. Why?"
She points to his nose and Texas reaches up. A thin line of blood was dripping down. He pulls out an already bloodied hanky and wipes it. He smiles at her kindly. "I'm alright, Claire. Right now...we need to save those kids. No matter what."
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Day 10
Amelia sat next to Locke as he recovered from another round of torturous experimentation. Her skin was still dark but she was no longer in extreme agony from the lack of sunlit energy. They'd put her to work in the mines, a better job than being experimented on, but one that wore on her and her limited energy. Her bright, often violently shining eyes now shone dully. She'd looked for every possible means of escape and had found none. Her hope that they would survive this was fading. Seeing Locke suffer as she had those 15 years was near unbearable as well. He was too bright, too innocent, too kind to be suffering like this...and she was helpless to save him. She straightened, coming out of her thoughts as he seemed to stir. She couldn't smile right now, but at least she could keep the hopelessness from showing...for now.