The cages... the island, the God Damn fake surgery that they put him through. The manual labor, the fish biscuits that he was sure were too stale for even the bears... The silence between the cages at night. The glares and slight flare of her nostrils when she tried to deny that she even cared about anyone but herself
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His features furrowed in a moment of pure confusion, "You kiddin' me? What we just s'posed to drop him off and make a return trip for the next load of cargo? You think they'll just hand Jack over like we were owed somethin' for all our patronage?"
Shaking his head and trying to get his hair out of his eyes he narrowed his eyes at her, "They'll kill you same as they'd kill me, and you think they'd just be all peachy keen with Doc' then? We ain't goin' back."
"We can't," he bit off tersely as he continued to paddle toward the other shore that was still a ways off.
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