Pushing the Borderline chapter 9

Yesterday, Annissa sat in the ruthlessly hot sun, giving her child breast. Noone was allowed inside the tents during the day. The centuries changed guard when they felt pooped by the heat. Vedjiha was trying to console her elder son- ha had changed character completely after having seen his father gunned down. In the camp!. Mersa went crazy with the grief. Younger Mersi was doomed to wander restless in his mind the remainder of his life. The youngest was constantly bullied by the guards because he had a truly righteous attitude. Gjarg and Mitsa bore there unborn child with such pride and love. Their common security gave them little worry for themselves. By their youth and integral nature they exerted the huge rssources endowed upon them most certainly by birth., not forgetting race on all. Angels are radiant. They were here in the camp doing their utmost. Gave a sort of good spirit between all.
Captain Cool, standing amoung the cliffs, had a good view of the camp and the closest surroundings- which consisted of hot dirt and red sand. Not much else. The cliffs seemed only to be from where he approached the scenario. He was pondering and jotting in his invisible notepad. This was far from meandering. He opened his carpet bag and took a look at the contents. Very simple but that is what makes the world turn- simplicity- and he was certainly going to make the world turn for these refugees- in the right direction. About this he was certain. His valuable purpose.
Actions are what actions are with or without words. During some actions words seemed not to exist.
Breaking through the lazer and getting folks out of the camp was a series of gentle, protective finger- touch moves. Peace couldn’t have a quieter day.
Quiver thought a lot about her kids who had been left behind when she was driven to the camp. She was more than assured that they would manage on their own. She had taught them to fend for themselves because she herself had been disregarded at the age of 8 when she was completely left on her own but without love for years and years. Quiver was going crazy yet again- she kept turning everything inside out- she had done everything wrong and she was tearing herself apart. The knife in her hand was ready to slash deep cuts in her flesh so as the cursed blood, infested with her doings, could flow away and hurt her no more. The guards stopped her as though they would rather see the suffering in peoples faces forever and ever.

Captain Cool was still hanging about. His shoulders were thinking.
He knew the hologram was one of the contents of his carpet bag. He descended the rugged hanging cliffs
Intuition worked.
Malfunction. A decrease in the lazer beam inxs caused by the hologram .
Now we are in business. There was no time for his invisible notepad.
“Mersi- go first . “ His mother implored. “ You have so much courage- use it! You are your mother’s son and your deceased father’s descendant!”