It seems like I now have a date by which this story needs to wrap up. With Six Sunday coming to an end on the 27 of January 2013, that leaves me with about 32 weeks and 192 sentences to bring this whole thing to some kind of conclusion. I know it may seem like a long way off now, but it’s something to keep in mind or it will sneak up on me.
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And now, onto the story…
He pushed himself up and engaged the magnets again when he neared the roof of the engineering section. Concepts of up and down meant nothing in zero-g, and he needed every advantage to overcome this threat. Without a rifle, he had only the monofilament to defend himself, but such a blade could be as deadly to him as it was against his foes.
With slow, deliberate, steps he walked along the ceiling, each lumbering stride bringing him closer to his weapon. It was a massive gamble. Husks might be incapable of understanding, but it would only be a matter of time before they thought to jump.
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