Aftermath

Continued from “Swept Off Her Feet“
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Everything that had not been bolted down in the Presidential Office now littered the atmosphereless lunar landscape, including Marcy Waters. President Caitlin of the Moon (and also Mars) and Viceroy Haylea of Venus managed to cleave to the permanent fixtures long enough for the emergency barricade to activate.

“This is your fault,” Caitlin said between gasps of breath, “You’re a target, and you came here!”

Haylea fought for breath as well, “I was supposed to be traveling to Earth. No one knows I’m here. This attack couldn’t have been meant for me.”

Muffled yells and weapons fire emanated from the hallway.