Monday, September 30

Mia's Trails

Meanwhile somewhere in the Aztec Empire...

A wee automaton sat guarding his senorita's bed as she slept,  "Mia's hands are raw.  The gloves that had been sent via airship donations to factory workers via Soren and Lillian Kasa had long since worn out.  A few more days, and Mia's will be bleeding again."  Little Flick just sighed.  He wished his senorita could be free.  But until some one could figure out how to deactivate their tracking tags, he and Mia would remain factory working slaves of the Aztec Empire...  "I wish with all my steam powered might I could help Mia more.  Making the sandblaster work, and standing guard over her at night while she slept seems so small... but I am just a foot and a half tall. La sigh!  Where is the help Soren promised?"

~ Flick

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