Chapter 88 - Help (2/2)

”You said you help write script, can't you do something about it?” she burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

”You are one particular unit,” my focus turned to the tiny figure sitting against a tall rock in the background.

”Demos!” I ran with all my might to this side. He was shirtless sitting against the rock. There was sand all over his face. I quickly brushed it away and looked around. There was a life jacket with a piece of cloth attached to it. I knelt and picked it up. The sand was disturbed.

”Liliane!” I yelled, startled birds fled away from the wall of trees. I turned back to Olga and tossed the radio at her. She caught it out of reflex.

”Call Victor, tell him about our location. I'll go search for Liliane,” I didn't wait for her answer I dashed in the shade of the dense trees.

”Liliane!” I yelled. Still, no answer. What was she doing all alone in here? Didn't Demos tell her to stay by his side? Please. Where were her chaotic thoughts when I need them.

”Liliane?” skinny ray of light filtered through the thick branches. My feet crushed a dense carpet of leaves as I made my way in the gloom. I paused and listened to the slightest noise. Bird cheered, insects buzzed, more crawled in the dry leaves.

-Liliane.

I closed my eyes and reached out at her. My eyes flipped open, I marched to the huge tree standing in front of me. The ground dipped to an abrupt slope and when I peeked down I noticed a shape in the tall grass below.

”Liliane!” I made my way half-running half-falling. She was lying face down with her arms outstretched. I knelt next to her had carefully turned her.

”Hey, Princess. I'm here,” I shook her awake. Her heart rate was slow and her breathing uneven. She blinked with a weak smile. Then closed her hers again with a sigh.

”Demos,” she murmured. I laughed with relieve.

”No, it's me Grant,” I shouted. She stirred and groaned with pain.

”Demos...is,” she voice trailed off. I nodded at her.

”We've found him. He will be ok. We've found everyone they are all ok,” I fitted her in my arms but she screamed in pain. ”Where does it hurt?” I frowned.

”leg,” her voice was weak. With the one hour charge, I could fully heal her.

”Ok,” I brushed the leaves off her legs and found a long gush along her tibia. I tore the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped it around her wound. Then I pressed my hand on it. She grimaced as the pain subsided.

”Sorry, I can only make the pain go away. We'll have to attend to the injury at the base,” I picked her up in my arms and she threw her arms around my neck. ”I'll make it up to you, ok Princess?” she smiled.

”I want margaritas and peanuts,” I chuckled and we climbed the slope. She seemed better, her face gained so colors.

”I saw some stores at their base. I bet they sell bikinis. I totally want to see you wear one,” she leaned against my chest while smiling. She was fighting to stay awake. That was my Liliane. A fighter.

”Demos found a nice private beach,” she swallowed. She must be suffering from dehydration. ”Did you know...he is an awesome swimmer,” I felt my heart sunk. I chuckled and averted my eyes.

”Yes he surely is,” the faint sound of a helicopter cut our conversation and I picked up the pace. The sound grew louder and louder when I emerged out of the vegetation. Olga waved at me. I saw two Cyborgs pulling Demos by the legs. I ran to them with Liliane press tight against my chest.

”Hey! Stop it!” I yelled. The cyborgs halted and swirled towards me. They let go of his legs. I glared at them. ”Get me a stretcher. He is not a piece of junk! He is a precious prototype!” They both nodded and signal a three cyborg from the hovering draft to send a stretcher.

”Wait here,” I delicately placed Liliane on a patch of dry grass. I rushed to secure Demos on the stretcher. I didn't trust the crude job the cyborg did. It was not their fault, they were just poorly designed. When they placed him inside the craft they send it back down for Liliane. I strapped her up myself with extra care.

”She needs medical attention right away. It's urgent,” I stressed on the last word. Both cyborgs nodded in unison. Olga came to stand beside me.

”We did wonderful teamwork,” she patted my back.

”Are you interested to work with me?” I gave her a side-glance.

”You mean work for Dr. Churchhill?” I corrected.

”No, I mean... work with me. I also retrieve your friend's stick that Church threw away,” I throwed at her. ”Yes, you shouldn't trust him. He doesn't always have us wellbeing at heart,” she smiled.