[h1][center][color=green]Oliver[/color][/center][/h1]

Ollie was working faster and better than he had been a few moments ago. The singing really invigorated him. It also kept his mind awake so that his focus was stronger. He started counting out the number of piles they had gotten through as if each one was a major accomplishment, [color=green]"117 down! A ton more to go!"[/color]

A few seconds later he heard Tommy call out about a big vein he needed help with. While the Githkin turned to the direction of Tommy's voice, Ollie saw in the corner of his eye the sash-clad, scar-faced Githkin. A flash of an expression that could be described as a mixture of anger and despair appeared on Ollie's face. [color=green][i]*NO! Why is that one here.*[/i][/color] Ollie hadn't even noticed the kid it was dragging at first, [color=green][i]*What's it doing to that kid. No, no, no, no. It can't be planning to kill him. I gotta do something, but what? Crap!*[/i][/color] While the Githkin in charge of Ollie were looking at the wall of rock between them and Tommy's big vein, Ollie tried to slip away. Grabbing a rock Ollie came up behind scar-face and was getting ready to smack it in the head.