Second Campaigner Challenge
Smoke and Bones
The Iaeleter glanced at the bones, a gruesome twist to her lips. “Cremated,” she told my partner, Deid and I. Her gaze met mine. “Alive.”
I glanced around the cave, its mournful cry leftover from the wind pouring through its opening, caused goosebumps to rise along my flesh.
“You’re sure this happened during the Starburst?” Deid asked her.
She nodded. “The remains tell the tale.”
We kept our backs low until we were free of what had become someone’s tomb.
“What do you think?” I flicked a piece of cobweb from my shoulder.
“I think we’ve got a Aspaileta on our hands.”
“An alien species?”
“It fits the profiles of our vics. They must like their meat really crispy.”
Deid grimaced. He thumbed back the way we’d come. “Think she’s in on it? She did locate the last five bodies.”
“She’s just attuned to their pain. I hear someone like her suffers along with the target.”
“Still makes you wonder,” he said.
“You’re just by nature suspicious.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
I flipped open my notepad, “how you want to handle this? A visit to the President?”
“The press. They sometimes do our homework for us.”