I Stand Alone

"We've both lost friends here today, and there aint a damn thing anyone can do to change that." Icky's voice was strained, "You aint thinkin' right, Cap."

"Then go."

"Say again?"

"I said, go. Get clear and tell command what happened," The Ghost looked back to the ground.

"Dyin' here aint gonna bring im back, Cap."

The warmth inside became a seething heat. "Damn it! I said go, Lieutenant!"

"And then what? Call your mom? Tell her that you were killed by your own goddam conscience?" asked Icky, frustration boiling amongst the words.

The Ghost did look up then and drew the laser pistol strapped to his chest. "Go," he growled, "Or it might just kill you first."

*Edit* This illustration and the above excerpt is from a Rifts fanfiction story that I wrote. If you dig Rifts and/or the Coalition States, I think you'll really like it. (Shameless self promotion) -the whole story can be read here: [link]