[Here are the facts: Slevin is in bad shape. He hasn't eaten in days, he's barely stopped to drink, and he's been living in the airless passages in the black underbelly of the ship. The only time he's been dragged up to where oxygen is still plentiful, it's been at Chris's sadistic whim, to answer to his bloodthirsty lunacy. From the last couple days, he is sunburned and he is still sore from the markless brutality of the cattleprod Chris had been using on him when Mindy intervened, and he is exhausted.
He desperately wants to believe, between what Mindy has been saying and what Bucky has been saying, between Chronarch and Ben and Crichton, that there is a possibility of escape here. That the strangers are here - again, apparently - and they might be able to provide some manner of exit. He wants to believe that so badly that he is nauseous with it, and his hands shake on the barrel of his rifle when he spots Cassel at the bottom of the ramp from the Barge.
He remembers the cool, insane glaze of Cassel's eyes as he described the snake-like creature he wanted to tear Slevin apart into pieces and then reconstruct him into; he remembers the wide-eyed look of fear in his eyes from only moments ago. And he aligns the sights of his rifle on his wide and searching eyes, now, shaded from the sun on the planet that might be the inmates' best and only chance. Slevin breathes in, closes one eye, and forces his hands to steady.
He fires once. A plume of dust shoots up beside Cassel's foot, within an inch of his shoe. A warning shot. Only one person could be its source.]
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He desperately wants to believe, between what Mindy has been saying and what Bucky has been saying, between Chronarch and Ben and Crichton, that there is a possibility of escape here. That the strangers are here - again, apparently - and they might be able to provide some manner of exit. He wants to believe that so badly that he is nauseous with it, and his hands shake on the barrel of his rifle when he spots Cassel at the bottom of the ramp from the Barge.
He remembers the cool, insane glaze of Cassel's eyes as he described the snake-like creature he wanted to tear Slevin apart into pieces and then reconstruct him into; he remembers the wide-eyed look of fear in his eyes from only moments ago. And he aligns the sights of his rifle on his wide and searching eyes, now, shaded from the sun on the planet that might be the inmates' best and only chance. Slevin breathes in, closes one eye, and forces his hands to steady.
He fires once. A plume of dust shoots up beside Cassel's foot, within an inch of his shoe. A warning shot. Only one person could be its source.]