Samson sighed and wondered how long it would take before they were found and stomped out of existence. After the attack last week, the other side was getting too close. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with her. Death could come from anything from carefully placed poison, a bomb, a sniper, another hit-squad, or a Capital Ship round blasting through the atmosphere. Either way, dead was dead and Samson's heart broke for the sweet, funny, intelligent, wonderful, magnificent woman in his arms.
The thought of someone deliberately trying to exterminate such a beautiful creature set him to bury his own face in her shoulder and neck to deliver a kiss. He would never admit to her or even himself that in the exchange, her shirt picked up a degree of moisture from the corner o
