The man was either mad, lying, or correct. In the former case, what profit was there to letting him die? So many died already. So many were made mad by the war, vicious enough and hungry enough that it took far more than just their lives. If he were lying, then to what purpose? He would be shot anyways. At best he could conceal his real mission, though there was no logic to his flight this night anyways. And if he was telling the truth.
The cold blue eyes watched those of the other man for a few moments longer, then clicked the hammer back into position. This man was all act, all shadows and mirrors. But in the end, he was still a human being.
"You were a fool to be flying at night," he started, loudly enough that the approaching soldiers could hear. "An American volunteer, asking for a dusk patrol in some untested mechanics' special. Different craft cobbled together, really. Sitting out the rest of the war in a prisoner of war camp should cure you of such notions."
He stooped down, then, so that only his prisoner could hear. "And if any guards fall this night, innocent men who know not what they've captured, there will be no corner of the earth safe for you to hide in."
He straightened, holstering his pistol.
"Get him a hot meal and then out of the sector. The artillery will be starting up again in a few hours."
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Date: 2012-06-05 04:45 pm (UTC)The cold blue eyes watched those of the other man for a few moments longer, then clicked the hammer back into position. This man was all act, all shadows and mirrors. But in the end, he was still a human being.
"You were a fool to be flying at night," he started, loudly enough that the approaching soldiers could hear. "An American volunteer, asking for a dusk patrol in some untested mechanics' special. Different craft cobbled together, really. Sitting out the rest of the war in a prisoner of war camp should cure you of such notions."
He stooped down, then, so that only his prisoner could hear. "And if any guards fall this night, innocent men who know not what they've captured, there will be no corner of the earth safe for you to hide in."
He straightened, holstering his pistol.
"Get him a hot meal and then out of the sector. The artillery will be starting up again in a few hours."