'I'll be there with the rest.'
'So shall I, Bryn. I'll be right beside you.'
'We could be blasted away.'
'That's what I'm telling you Bryn. Something went wrong just now. Crispin was going to change the pod's colour to pink when it reached the highway ... isn't that right?'
'That's what we agreed.'
'And, he didn't. Nothing happened until it was almost too late.'
'I know.'
'Is that all you can say?'
'There's no more to say, Liala. You can't be sure of anything in this sort of operation. We've found a weakness in the guardians' command system and we can't run a series of tests or they will find out what we are doing.'
Liala knew Bryn was the strong silent type. The situation demanded it. But, if you faced death, other things mattered. It would be terrible to go without experiencing life's fulfilling moments. One was to have children. Something came before that.
She pulled him closer and their lips met. Outside, the band had stopped playing and a generator had started up. She guessed the electricity supply had failed and didn't care.
His hands reached her breasts. Her attention slid lower. Beneath his under garments he felt strong and firm. She slipped her hand inside and knew he shared her passion.