Marcus walked away from the meeting hall, shoving his hands into his pockets. Before he could get far, someone grabbed at his arm and asked, “Marcus, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine Talia,” he answered, smiling as he turned to look at the spindly woman. “I just wish they paid more attention to our survival.”
Putting her hands on her hips, Talia sighed with exasperation, “Stop exaggerating, you know they’re focusing on our survival. The Western region started breeding the surviving animals.”
“Easy Talia,” Marcus said as he raised his hands in surrender. He walked over to a tree and leaned against it, “I wasn’t trying to diminish your good work. The constant political games bother me.”
“I understand that,” Talia agreed joining his struggle to keep the tree from collapsing.
The two stood there in silence, staring back at the large cabin for a time when Marcus asked, “How were we able to get the animals out of storage?”
“What do you mean?”
Marcus spun to face Talia, “The ship crash landed because of a massive power failure.”
“I’m aware of that, Marcus,” Talia retorted with a stern glare.
Marcus dismissed the look with a wave and continued, “You’re missing the point of my question, Talia.”
Talia took a couple steps forcing Marcus to backpedal as she asked, “Am I?”
“Yes, you are,” Marcus replied as he dug his heels into the ground. “If the ship didn’t have enough power to land, how did it have enough to get any of the animals out of the storage system?”
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