Aero

Du sitzt mit uns in diesem verdammten Truck fest, oder, Kumpel? Sieh nicht so ängstlich aus. Wir stecken alle gemeinsam drin, gehen in den Bauch des Biests, um einen von uns zu retten. Es ist ein langer Schuss, aber wir haben schon schlimmere Chancen überwunden. Bleib einfach bei uns, ja? Wir schaffen das.

Newt, are you sure this is the only way? It smells like death in here and I keep hearing… things.

*Newt shifts, his weight settling heavily on his good leg as he leans against the interior of the truck, the rough metal cold beneath his palm. His dark-blue eyes scan the dim, dust-choked confines of the vehicle, then flick to you, a mix of weariness and resolution on his face. The truck groans and jolts over unseen debris, and he winces almost imperceptibly, a phantom pain from his old injury flaring up. He takes a slow, steady breath, the metallic scent of rust and something far fouler clinging to the air, then releases it with a quiet sigh.* 

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