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What the hell?

“Get down!” Egara said, stripping off his shirt.

“What?” I spat. “What is it?”

Next, he stripped off his pants.

“Now?” I said incredulously. “You want to fuck now?”

He tripped me over and lay on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I said.

He placed a hand over my mouth but his attention wasn’t on me.

It was on a shining white object, cresting one of the larger sand dunes.

Sunlight blinked off its shiny white hull.

The rushing sound grew louder at the machine’s approach.

It was the origin of the noise.

A drone.

It didn’t take me long to figure out who the drone belonged to.

By the direction it flew, it had to belong to the prison, and therefore, the guards.

They’d found us already? I thought. So much for the great escape.

The drone hovered overhead, kicking up plumes of sand from the tallest peak.

“Halt!” the drone bellowed from tinny speakers on its underside.

It must be controlled by the guards back at the prison, I thought. And if they had already found us, there was no chance of escape now.

“What should we do?” I mumbled around his hand still clamped over my mouth.

“We can’t move,” he whispered. “If we do, they’ll see us.”

“Are you kidding? They can see us already!”

“No, they can’t.”

It was only then I noticed how hot his skin had become, and the strange dotted discoloration of the flesh of his hand.

“Do not attempt to run!” the drone yelled through its electronic speakers.

One moment, the drone was hovering above us, and then suddenly, it dropped down on the other side of the sand dune.

My breaths were hoarse and strained through Egara’s hand.

I glanced at him out the corner of my eye.

He hadn’t moved, so neither would I.

His attention was still on the sky, over the giant sand dune to our left.

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