[December 2059] H2Ostage Situation
Although unremarkable to Grendel, the cooling of the night air brought the familiar and subconscious shift as his eyes began to pick up the more subtle auras only known to those with Thermographic senses.
Bats, or perhaps some sort of small shore bird could be seen fluttering about in the night sky at a distance, and the exhaust from the old Hovercraft was a dramatic billowing plume than lingered in the sky along a lengthy fading trail.
Things, probably some sort of fish, probably, could be very dimly perceived in the depths beneath them. This caused an involuntarily shudder to roll through the Trolls hulking form. Who knew what could be down there? The oceans were once again a terrible mystery in the sixth world, and he for one had no desire to think about it too hard.
Jenny joined him, wordless. There was a primal comfort in having her close, in having someone that he could relax around, just for a little bit, in this new place.
To him there was not anything overtly sexual, or even sensual to the gesture. Just the brief respite of being together in a world that seemed a constantly roiling thing, and all too often cruel and uncaring. He was alone, her family was at real risk, and nobody knew how the morning would find them.
Nobody knew what tomorrow might bring.
For people like them, this was life. Solving one problem, then another, day after day, month after month, year after year.
If they were lucky, they could float by, snatch them up and be gone before anybody knew anything was amiss.
But Grendel had already nearly died once before, and he had never been that lucky to begin with. He squeezed Jenny tenderly, but part of him was also comforted by the solid unyielding heft of the sawed off shotgun wedged in it's holster between them.
It could get ugly, and soon.
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