The_PG
Fucking Magic
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Meekly, Marlina allowing Thomas to lead her back to his convoy.
The trip back to the convoy was quick and made quicker by the fact that he had lost his temper, and for loosing it he was even madder with himself for doing such a thing. He held one of Marlina's arms in an iron claw, twisting it slightly and awkwardly, bruising it probably. He didn't care. They made time quickly and came storming into the convoy with plenty of guns trained on them, Strike leader approached him but Thomas waved him off. "It can wait."
With a final shove, Thomas pushed Marlina into the portable store room. It was made of thick metal and could also double as a holding cell for particularly dangerous beasts that the convoy occasionally trapped in order for scientists to study. Currently there were just boxes of food, ammunition, and extra cots stacked neatly inside. It was much cooler then the outside, and the material used was sound retardant as well as air proof, to keep out any radiation or chemicals in the air.
The door closed behind them with a hiss, and the air conditioning systems whirred to life. "Sit," Thomas forced Marlina to her knees in the middle of the room and circled her slowly, finally he stopped in front of her and used his free hand to lash a leather backhand across her face. Knocking her to the floor. Then he picked her right back up and knelt so that he was eye level to her, "This is going to be a long night if you don't tell me what the fuck you are hiding." There wasn't any anger in his voice anymore, it was ice cold, and he was dead fucking serious.
Thomas turning up the heat on foxy little Marlina, after arriving back at the convoy.
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