Cobra Gamble
“The air around him was cold and dry, his body ached in at least a dozen places, and a half-reflexive attempt to shift position showed his arms, hands, and legs inexplicably incapable of movement.And then, abruptly, he remembered.Carefully, keeping his eyes closed, he activated his opticals. He was in a small room, about three meters square, with a single metal door to his right and no windows that he could see from his current angle. The ceiling light was something of a surprise: soft and diffuse instead of the white-hot blaze that Merrick would have expected in an interrogation cell. The ceiling behind the light was also a surprise: textured, reinforced concrete instead of metal. Did that mean he was on the ground instead of inside one of the invaders' warships? Possibly in what was left of the Sollas subcity—what he could see of the room he was in looked very much like the holding cell the Qasamans had had him locked in for a few hours.Unless he wasn't on Qasama at all. There was no... reason why the invaders couldn't have taken him to one of their own worlds instead.And if they had, not only would he probably never escape, but his remains would probably never even be found.It was a somber and embarrassing demonstration of his still shaky thought process that it took him another few seconds of swirling panic to recognize the obvious way to answer that question.MoreLess
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