Blue Sun Room FICTION - ROMANCE

The Empty Reflection, Ch. 2

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

In which Dicey finds her freedom, but not for long; Weasel and Mountain show up to take her in, and a rescue comes from an unexpected source. (revised and updated 7/23/09 9:05pm)

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2819    RATING: 9.0 (G)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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The car got her to the dockyards, and she got a bunk on a small ship, off Osiris to Sihnon. From there, she got another hop to another world, and another, until she found herself on Persephone. Twice, she spotted the Man Mountain in a crowd, and both times, she managed to hide and get to her ride in time to escape. By the third planet she was going by the name Dicey Morgan. Her money was getting tighter, and she knew she might have to finally take a risk, and try and get some from a bank. She was shocked at how easy it was, and walked out with a substantial amount, more than she had expected to be able to get.

From there, she knew she had to move and fast. The rottweilers would be on her trail in no time, and she needed to get as far away as fast as she could. She made it as far as the dockyard when she felt something... off. A few minutes later, she spotted Man Mountain. She thought his name might be Perry, but she never really had the opportunity to talk to him. Not when he wasn't, you know, trying to kill her.

She ducked behind a pile of cargo, eyes quickly darting along the line of ships docked in the dust. She should have arranged for passage before she went to the bank. Stupid. She swore under her breath at herself, and tried to decide if she ought to hide, or try and get a bunk. If she got a bunk, she could get on board, hide, and they wouldn't know where to find her. She moved quickly, occasionally ducking behind stacks of cargo, or groups of people, trying to stay inconspicuous. She lost sight of her pursuers, and a ray of hope lit her heart - she might be able to get off planet before they caught up to her after all.

She ducked once more, behind a stack of crates, and peered around them, scanning the crowd from her hidden spot. No sign of either one. Not that the Weasel was visible above the milling people, but you couldn't miss the Mountain. She bit her lower lip, smiling a little. Maybe her luck was looking...

She turned back, and nearly choked. Weasel and the Moun

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