| Showdown at Beowawe (Chapter 3) -- Storming the Gates |
[28 Nov 2005|11:11pm] |
Beowawe was in an uproar.
Moments before an unlikely band of heroes would arrive, an ear-splitting alarm erupted through the encampment. At each tower, stationed guards swept searchlights across the dusty ground. They threw shadow into unforgiving light, bright as day.
Guards swarmed on the place where prisoners slept and fretted, and locked the bunkroom down tight. No one out, and no would-be defiants in. One by one, the doors of portable bathrooms were kicked in, only to be disregarded seconds later as they were discovered empty. Rough-planked tables were overturned in the mess hall.
Somewhere, brunette and blonde amateur rebels hunkered down with guns. Badly outnumbered. Captives in isolation -- ensouled vampire, half-demoness, and indomitable human -- were left to wonder over the chaos they heard but couldn't see.
The attention of the Scourge had been garnered. And it unwittingly pulled focus away from a threat that loomed outside of Beowawe's walls.
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