Fortunately, her Vulcanoid ancestry came to Carrhae's aid when the secondary
eyelids automatically slipped down to protect her eyes. But her ears were not
so fortunate. The ringing the grenade caused would probably last for hours. She
dropped to one knee to steady herself and drew the weapon from her pocket.
Blind and mostly deaf, she extended all her senses, hoping to hear anyone who
approached.
Fortunately,...
By the time that everyone recovered, the vehicle was gone.
"Matthew? Marcus?" she called.
Looking over at the disabled Ferrari, she saw a graying man stumble out of the
far. He fell to his knees, but shifted to a seated position. He obviously did
not hear her call. He appeared to be no worse for wear.
The graying man waved a hand at hearing his name. He was not trying to get up
just yet, still recovering.
Keeping low and watching for any signs of the trio or others, Carrhae made her
way over to the man. When she reached his side, she touched his shoulder and
said, "Are you okay?"
"Hey there. I'm fine. My poor ride is probably totaled. Sorry, I had intended
to trail you to the skeet range where we could talk. The plan was to make sure
that you were not followed. Guess I've gotten rusty as the company was not my
idea."
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