‘I think it’s very much now and
here actually,’ Elle says. ‘I may not agree with people playing around with
life and death, but I disagree with calling someone a terrorist because they
used a bunch of willing volunteers. Answer Easton’s question.’
‘They were volunteers, but the
point remains…’
‘I’m liking this woman less and
less Easton,’ Elle says, disregarding Windermere’s presence.
I nod and look back at the
council member. ‘Look, Windermere,’ I say. ‘We’ll help because Teague has
proven himself to be dangerous and if we can help, we’ll help, but I don’t
think any of us agree that Thacker is a terrorist. I don’t think there’s a
rulebook for the living or the dead…’
‘Well maybe there should be,’
Windermere snaps.
‘We never change do we,’ Elle mutters.
I look at my friends. We know we’re
in a situation where we can’t escape without helping. I can see that none of us
are on board with some of the things Windermere says. We all love our freedom.
Surely people like Thacker are entitled to the same amount of freedom. I’m on
Elle’s side that people shouldn’t throw away their lives so easily, but if
people are given a choice, then there can’t be complaints as long as everyone
remains unhurt.
‘Show us Teague,’ I state. ‘And
tell us what you want to do.’
Windermere shows her distaste
for our point of view clearly on her face. ‘I’d be careful swaying towards
Thacker’s camp.’ Her voice is full of warning. ‘Your crimes against the council
are so far a secret, but it won’t always be that way.’
She
turns and opens the door at the back of the room and passes through into the
space beyond without another word.
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