Finding Honour: Day 9

Word Count: 55,333

Summary of Events:
Chapter 17:
Borden heard the sound of a car honking and realized he was within eight kilometres of a paved road he guessed to be Highway thirty seven — the highway that lead to Iskut. Honour and Eira, feeling concerned about what their captors might do to them, prayed, and then Eira realized that she and Honour would likely have to separate once they were free, and that she couldn't just reassume her life after all the events she'd been through here.
Chapter 18:
Borden found the gang's base and figured out where Honour might be, then he slept so that he could be more alert come nighttime. Eira and Honour were visited by the man who Eira had sung for who talked of doing things with Eira she didn't want to do. After dark Borden came over to the shed and got them out. Eira didn't really trust him, but being as they wanted to get out she was going along.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Opening his eyes, Borden rubbed the worst of the mud and spruce needles from his hands and face. It was good and dark. Sitting up, Borden carefully got to his feet and turned to face the buildings.
There was a bit of moonlight illuminating things. Borden couldn't see anyone. He moved forward silently, his ears alert for anything that he couldn't see. Slowly he made his way to the shed.
Pulling out his multitool, he looked at the screw heads holding the pieces that — with a padlock threaded through them — kept the door locked. It was a plus sign. Phillips head if he wasn't mistaken. Pulling out the screwdriver head in his multitool, Borden felt it; it, too, was Phillips.
Borden fist pumped. Perfect! Inserting the screwdriver head into one of the screws, he unscrewed the screws securing the smaller piece of metal to the shed. It was held by two screws.
Using the padlock, Borden pulled the door open and looked inside. All he could see was darkness. But what he could see was irrelevant. What mattered was what he could hear, and what he could hear was breathing.

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Silhouetted in the doorway wasn't the figure of that man, that horrible, wretched, perverted man, no, it wasn't a man she'd ever seen before. He wasn't as broad as Hebb, but he wasn't as skinny as McAthry, he looked like he was a nice kind of broad. He also looked strong, taller than McAthry, probably about as tall as that man.
The moonlight there was illuminated his hair giving it a pale hue. Being as the moon always orbited a little southward — as did the sun — she couldn't see any details on his face.
"Honour," he said. He had a manly voice. It wasn't as bass as that man, although it did almost have a bit of a subtle rumble to it.
Eira looked over at Honour. Honour seemed to be seriously contemplating the man, almost slightly perplexed.
"Honour," he said again, an edge of concern and urgency to his voice.
Honour appeared to recognize this man, it seemed. She was getting to her feet.
"Honour," he said again, starting to sound highly nervous.
Honour got up and started making her way toward him.
"What are you doing?" Eira demanded.
"I know him," Honour replied.
Eira wanted to reach out and grab Honour, but she decided to wait and see what the man was going to do to Honour. Or who the man might be."