Adam admitted. “I never completely got over you.” Their conversation seemed to come to a standstill as both looked into the eyes of the other. Searching their own feelings and believing in what could have been. What should have been. “But how can that be now?” Adam finally said. “I think you and I both know what I'm asking, Adam.” Sarah replied. And he did. Sarah's grand idea was to turn Adam and his son to the ranks of the undead. Though he understood what she asked of him, Adam's face remained blank. “You're other option, of course, is to end this in a firefight. One in which you already know you've lost. So it's a matter of how badly you want your son back?” she asked. “Like I said,” Adam replied, looking to her with truth. “I'm willing to do anything to save my son. Anything.” “Good. We're making progress Adam.” Sarah replied, grinning a bit as razor-sharp teeth peeked from her lips. “My men have no part in it. You need to let them go free, that's all I ask.” Adam said. “Why should I do that?” Sarah asked. “They would only strengthen my army.” “Because they have families back there waiting for them. You know the sting of losing a loved one. They're here on orders, not on free will.” “Fine,” Sarah responded, though she did so with a bit of reluctantly. “They can go, but they need to go now.” “And I have your word they won't be harmed?” Adam questioned. “They won't be harmed by my soldiers, no. The infected that roam free on this planet, I can make no guarantees.” “Thank you.” Adam replied, taking a moment to turn. Facing his men and slowly removing the Benzan amulet which hung from his neck. “Sir, it does not have to end this way.” one of Adam's soldiers replied. “Sure it does,” Adam replied. Tossing the amulet to his second in command. “Take this back to Commander James and tell him that he'll always be my definition of a true friend. He's been like a brother to me.” “Yes sir.” “Be sure to keep your eyes and ears open on the way back.” Adam added, winking at the man in doing so. “You got it sir.” the soldier replied. Moments later, the group of marines headed away from camp. Moving quickly back to the area in which they'd be able to communicate with the group holding tight at their shuttle. “Alright Adam, I've held my end of the deal.” Sarah replied. “May I have a few moments with my son prior to?” She searched him out. Trying to make sense of his stalling, though Sarah could never know a father's longing for a son he'd lost. “Yes.” “Thank you Sarah.” Adam replied, kneeling down to await the embrace of his son. Adam's hand pushed into soil that was only inches from his pistol, which remained holstered. He was fast enough to draw it, but knew the Hunters expected such a move. In fact, it was probably Sarah's reasoning for allowing him to hold his son. To test his loyalty to them by giving him a chance fight back. He didn't. Adam simply wrapped his arms around Avery and cried a bit. Wondering if it would truly be their last moments together – alive.
“Any sign of them yet?” Cambria asked. “Not yet.” Dalton replied. He continued to sit on the ship's bridge, which was faintly lit by a few track lights firmly planted into the room's ceiling. Two crewmen worked, though they did so quietly at about thirty paces from Commander James. It had allowed him to sit in the dark and look out across the stars. Waiting for word from his phantom group and drink whiskey in silence, although he did so sparingly. He'd no desire to be drunk and in command. Just sipping from the cup here and there to knock off the nerves of his job. “It may be time to join the rest of your people on Second Glimmeria,” Cambria said. “You can leave a shuttle behind to let them know where we are as they return.” “Nope,” Dalton replied. “That's not how I do things. These two soldiers put their asses