Getting to the fence was easier with wire they’d cut but there was still the barred fence. “So we dig?” Parker asked when they arrived at it.
“Yes,” Ezio said, “But first,” and he hurled his bag so it cleared the top of the fence and crashed down onto the barbed wire on the other side. “We send the bags over first,” he held his hands out for them as Altair did the same for his own.
“What about those?” Pseudonym asked when Altair left two bags on their side of the fence.
“For you when you get back,” he said.
“What’s that mean?”
“Less work for you all. You won’t be able to get them over the fence yourselves and you won’t have to carry so many over on that side,” he pointed. “When you come back just leave what you have-
“We can’t do that,” Night shot in.
“Why not?”
“Supplies-
“Those are your supplies,” Altair pointed to the bag, “and your marker so you know where to come through the fence. The less you carry on that side of the fence the better. Learn to pack light,” he said seriously. “Now we need to dig,” he nodded at Ezio who seemed to be rubbing the bars. “Aquila and I will start on the other side and you four start on this side,” he said and Malik watched with more than a little amazement as Ezio started to climb the bars.
“How is he doing that?” Parker asked also watching and sounding impressed.
“Sand and dirt on the oil, they soak it in, make the bars dry. We’ll see you on the other side,” and he followed Ezio up. Malik stared a bit opened mouth as they climbed and then from the top simply fell. For once they seemed to impact the earth and when Ezio dropped a plumb of dirt shot up and he rolled into the fall. Altair followed a few seconds later, only he did not roll.
“Okay, that was cool,” Night said.
“Dig,” Altair and Ezio dropped to their knees and dug their hands into the sand. Malik and the others quickly followed suit. By the time it was perhaps ten O’clock they had dug a hole large enough for them to slip through. Pseudonym went through first, she was the smallest and Ezio helped pull her through though it was tight for her so they dug deeper since him, Parker and Night were not exactly small like Pseudonym was.
At some point Des had come back to the fence, watching with curiosity till the three movers had crawled through the fence. The wind had picked up since they’d started and was kicking up a little sand that swirled around their ankles and tried to get up against their skin.
“So now what?” Parker asked looking out to the scape of barbed wire.
“Divinus?” Altair asked clapping his hand onto the teen’s shoulder, “Did you find us a way?” Des just nodded and padded away leading the others. Altair and Ezio grabbed up their bags before following him, Malik and the others scrambling after them till Des indeed had led them out of the wire field.
Beyond the wire field it was more of the same, endless sand and dirt that stretched on in every direction, and still the wind blew. They all knew which direction to take too, for there was only one; strait.
—
The sun was setting when the storm finally hit with a fury. They’d seen it coming from a distance and Malik felt himself ill prepared. This wasn’t a storm from his country, this was a sand storm and it howled and moaned and made them all uneasy as it surged towards them. The Rifters were prepared for it though. They tied off the ends of their clothes and wrapped the red sashes they’d worn around their waists around their faces to protect them and they also had goggles to protect their eyes from the sand which was starting to whip itself into a fevered pitch.
There was no cover for them to take shelter behind but it seemed as always that the elder brothers knew what to do. They were survivalists and that was what they were doing. They cut up one of the blankets and made scarves for the movers wrapping it so tightly around Malik’s head that all there was was a slit for Malik to see out of. The rest of the blankets became alternative sleeves and they instructed them to tie off the end of their pant legs so that sand wouldn’t get in.
“So this was why you said you hoped we were prepared,” Malik said to Altair as he helped tie a blanket around his arm. “Why the blankets?”
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“Yes,” Ezio said, “But first,” and he hurled his bag so it cleared the top of the fence and crashed down onto the barbed wire on the other side. “We send the bags over first,” he held his hands out for them as Altair did the same for his own.
“What about those?” Pseudonym asked when Altair left two bags on their side of the fence.
“For you when you get back,” he said.
“What’s that mean?”
“Less work for you all. You won’t be able to get them over the fence yourselves and you won’t have to carry so many over on that side,” he pointed. “When you come back just leave what you have-
“We can’t do that,” Night shot in.
“Why not?”
“Supplies-
“Those are your supplies,” Altair pointed to the bag, “and your marker so you know where to come through the fence. The less you carry on that side of the fence the better. Learn to pack light,” he said seriously. “Now we need to dig,” he nodded at Ezio who seemed to be rubbing the bars. “Aquila and I will start on the other side and you four start on this side,” he said and Malik watched with more than a little amazement as Ezio started to climb the bars.
“How is he doing that?” Parker asked also watching and sounding impressed.
“Sand and dirt on the oil, they soak it in, make the bars dry. We’ll see you on the other side,” and he followed Ezio up. Malik stared a bit opened mouth as they climbed and then from the top simply fell. For once they seemed to impact the earth and when Ezio dropped a plumb of dirt shot up and he rolled into the fall. Altair followed a few seconds later, only he did not roll.
“Okay, that was cool,” Night said.
“Dig,” Altair and Ezio dropped to their knees and dug their hands into the sand. Malik and the others quickly followed suit. By the time it was perhaps ten O’clock they had dug a hole large enough for them to slip through. Pseudonym went through first, she was the smallest and Ezio helped pull her through though it was tight for her so they dug deeper since him, Parker and Night were not exactly small like Pseudonym was.
At some point Des had come back to the fence, watching with curiosity till the three movers had crawled through the fence. The wind had picked up since they’d started and was kicking up a little sand that swirled around their ankles and tried to get up against their skin.
“So now what?” Parker asked looking out to the scape of barbed wire.
“Divinus?” Altair asked clapping his hand onto the teen’s shoulder, “Did you find us a way?” Des just nodded and padded away leading the others. Altair and Ezio grabbed up their bags before following him, Malik and the others scrambling after them till Des indeed had led them out of the wire field.
Beyond the wire field it was more of the same, endless sand and dirt that stretched on in every direction, and still the wind blew. They all knew which direction to take too, for there was only one; strait.
—
The sun was setting when the storm finally hit with a fury. They’d seen it coming from a distance and Malik felt himself ill prepared. This wasn’t a storm from his country, this was a sand storm and it howled and moaned and made them all uneasy as it surged towards them. The Rifters were prepared for it though. They tied off the ends of their clothes and wrapped the red sashes they’d worn around their waists around their faces to protect them and they also had goggles to protect their eyes from the sand which was starting to whip itself into a fevered pitch.
There was no cover for them to take shelter behind but it seemed as always that the elder brothers knew what to do. They were survivalists and that was what they were doing. They cut up one of the blankets and made scarves for the movers wrapping it so tightly around Malik’s head that all there was was a slit for Malik to see out of. The rest of the blankets became alternative sleeves and they instructed them to tie off the end of their pant legs so that sand wouldn’t get in.
“So this was why you said you hoped we were prepared,” Malik said to Altair as he helped tie a blanket around his arm. “Why the blankets?”