Snippet #8222

"No, I'm telling you guys. We HAVE to do this."

She didn't even bother looking up from her computer as she argued with a couple of her fellow serials. Serials, what a generic name for them. Logical, perhaps, but completely devoid of the humanity that she knew they all so longed for. There was a dim glow from her laptop screen illuminating her face in the darkness, but she was just fine in the shadows. A steady *click click click* as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Look. Here."

She turned the monitor towards John and Anna, and showed them a screen emblazoned with a logo and the letters "SSH". The rest of the page was a list of ten-digit numbers, along with addresses and photos. One for John, one for Anna, one for Allison. Another for someone named Fotesezen, only briefly described as a "bat-being." Al, Tyndal, Juliet...eleven in all.

"They know where we are now. We have to move as soon as possible. It's a bad idea to just sit around and wait for them to come. And no, Anna, we're not going to fight them off. That would only attract more attention."

She knew they didn't want to run anymore, but it was the only thing they could do. Of course, they could always have hope. Hope that one day, the devious SSH would stop hunting them. Hope that someday, they would merely be forgotten, fading back into society.

But then, hope was an illogical thing.