by J Hawk
Ion stood on the spot staring blankly into the night. He kept the z-com clutched in his right hand, absent mindedly having forgotten to pocket it.
A few seconds earlier, he had believed himself to be facing a struggle.
But he had been wrong.
What he was facing now, was a struggle. A true struggle.
The raw half of him yearned for him to throw his inner conflict away and go on with this. But the softer side pleaded with him to fight the impulse…
He was facing a dilemma unlike any other.
He felt as though the decision hanging at the end of it was tearing him in two…
In the quietest portion of his mind, Ion had the feeling that this was no ordinary dilemma … that this was no ordinary decision. That far more hung on this decision, than it appeared. He had the strangest feeling that there was more in his life that depended on this decision that he thought. And than it looked…
As the seconds lengthened, the air around him seemed to strain. The world itself seemed to have gone still. Waiting for him to make the choice.
“This is something I know you’re reserved for … Something you were made for, as a matter of fact.”
Ion gritted his teeth, a sharp growl building inside his throat.
And then, taking in a deep breath … he made his choice.
He brought the z-com before him and dialed…
“All right, tell me the co ordiantes that your men found him in.” he told Grando a few seconds later, the two of them separated by the veil of the holographic screen in between them. “I’m going in for it.”
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