The Silicon Patch

With a bandage around her head that was almost soaking red with blood from the back where she had been hit earlier, Darcy sat down on a worn-out chair. The two higher-ups of the Pitchers who were remaining were in front of her, on their knees, with their hands tied behind their backs.

"Speak," said Darcy with her chilly voice as both of them looked at her with their eyes trembling.

"You're going to kill us either way," barked one of them and Darcy sighed, shaking her head, exasperated.

She looked at other gang members of the Pitchers, scanning their faces and they avoided her gaze as if they were afraid of something thoroughly different. They were only a few in number but no less than thirty had survived and faced minor or major injuries.