Tears welled in the younger scientist's eyes, her lips trembling but no sound came out.
"Choose now. I don't have time to waste,"
A whishing sound echoed beneath their clothing as their bodies gave in to fear. The warmth spread down their legs, darkening the fabric as the acrid smell filled the air.
Every muscle in their bodies had tensed for so long that when the release came, it was uncontrollable.
The younger scientist let out a choked sob, her breathing ragged. The other clenched her fists, her face burning with humiliation, but neither could do anything to stop it.
There were more pressing matters than embarrassment.
He showed no hesitation, no mercy, not even considering their gender as a reason to spare them.
But why should he? Their actions had been their own choices, and choices came with consequences.
In the face of death, things like gender, status, or excuses held no relevance.
"Pick now," he said, jolting his rifle.
