A Brother-Sister Thing
The moment she saw the attack on the news, Claire had pulled out her phone and texted her brother. Then immediately decided that there was no time and had dialed his number, but in her frenzy, dialed it wrong, and had to start over. She was taking deep breaths, she was clenching her fists, all those bullshit tranquility exercises. She was still scared shitless. Manny had disappeared once, she would not lose him to some dickhead's idea of a good time. Claire couldn't wait to get her hands on those evil bastards. Even if Manny was fine. "Manny!" She shouted when he finally picked up. "Where have you been? I've been calling you for hours!" That was mostly true. Every hour or two, in between all the chaos at the rebel base and pretending and hoping against hope that he was safe at home, she'd snuck away to try and see if her brother was going to pick up his stupid phone. "Are you okay? Where are you?" She was already on her way, wherever it was. @psionicmanny
