[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d2178fdec45dec3b69c02c0b294b26dd/tumblr_mu28rfUjzD1sjk6c2o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Dining Room[/center][hr][hr]The news seemed to get worse and worse with every minute that passed. Dorothy felt as if they were trapped in the golden hour for nerve damager, racing against the clock to save the patient--only this wasn't nerve damage. This was life and death. And even if they lived, they'd have to escape the Alliance, and Dorothy knew all too well what they did to deserters. She'd be lucky to be shot--and her sister? What about Daphne?

For the briefest of moments, Dorothy wished she was in the safety of the military hospital, away from the battle fields and the politics. But cowardice wasn't the answer. She had joined the rebellion because of the horrid crimes committed by the Alliance--now wasn't the time to back down. She wasn't going to be the sunshine patriot or the summer soldier. 

As Atticus crossed himself, Dorothy grimaced slightly. It wasn't her usual eye roll of derision--no, it was the knowledge that she wasn't alone in her thoughts. It was one thing if she thought it was a suicide mission--but if everyone agreed, then it made it all the more real and damning. Her sidearm was holstered to her leg like always, just a moment away from being drawn. Her Captain asked her to be armed and ready--and so, she was. She removed the weapon from its holster and held it in her hands.

[color=4dffa6]"How W’rin Bu Lai, Whai W’rin Bu Jwo,"[/color] Dorothy said under her breath, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. This was the time that would try their souls--and gorrham it, she was going to make sure her baby sister got out of here alive even if it was the last thing she ever did.