Personal Log of Octavia E. Pye
Thursday, February 25
Afternoon Watch: One Bell
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“I don’t know why you’re mad at me, Tavy. I tried to tell you.”
“You did no such thing!”
“Duck!”
I ducked, then spun around and fired the Disruptor at the prison guard who was heading for us.
“I was going to knock him out,” Jack snarled, his fists covered in blood as he gestured toward the man I shot. “You didn’t have to kill him!”
“I didn’t kill him. I shot him in the leg, which you can see for yourself if you would take the opportunity to—” Jack shoved me to the side, landing a hard right to the jaw of a guard who just emerged from the prison antechamber.
“Well, thank you for that!” he snapped.
“Why are you angry with me?” I yelled, jumping up onto the top of the platform and shoot
