“You can’t trust her. It’s a trap.” Rick spat, shaking his head.
Lise looked at him, and retorted “Of course it’s a trap. But if she has information on what the States are likely to do next, I think we have to proceed.” 663 more words
Lise froze, trying to decide what to do next. “Don’t bother with the elevator,” Teresa said, anticipating one course of action. “It will not work again until I want it to.” She stepped out of the darkness, into the light spilling out from the open elevator door. 609 more words
Rick and Lise were discussing the previous evening when they walked into the kitchen. As they entered, Rick’s teasing of Lise stopped in mid-sentence, as he saw the Mountie on the floor, and a woman he thought long dead standing next to the stove looking at her husband and her remaining son. 549 more words