The Red Pike- Rockwell’s Story Chap 2 By swamp

Rockwell waited until night to make his move. Moving silently, he snatched a Tapejara, one of the many tames organized across the impressive base.

“Hey, what-“ Guards came storming at him with rifles. Rockwell ran and hid behind a trough. He had to get out.

“We know who you are, Rockwell.” The guard yelled. “We just want to talk.”

Rockwell aimed his bow. His gun had been taken when he was arrested, but no one had noticed the compound bow he hid in his bag.

Thwok. One guard down.

“Stop it, Rockwell.” The other said. He held his hands up and walked toward Thomas.

“What do you want with me?” He asked.

“Our leader wants to speak with you.”

“Your leader?”

“Nerva.”