“Rachel glanced at the sky only once, briefly, before turning to study the expressions of the others who have inevitably followed her outside. She sees incredulity, defeat, unabashed wonder…
She proceeds to gather those with the most angry expressions into a group, and leans in to whisper something to them.
“Now the likelihood is that we can tell everyone back inside that the sky is green. All we’d have to do is make sure none of the Blues ever make it back, and we can say that they died in the earthquake. How many of you are able to pretend to be former Blues that have been converted? The rest of you can help seal up the entrance...”
“Rachel glanced at the sky only once, briefly, before turning to study the expressions of the others who have inevitably followed her outside. She sees incredulity, defeat, unabashed wonder…
She proceeds to gather those with the most angry expressions into a group, and leans in to whisper something to them.
“Now the likelihood is that we can tell everyone back inside that the sky is green. All we’d have to do is make sure none of the Blues ever make it back, and we can say that they died in the earthquake. How many of you are able to pretend to be former Blues that have been converted? The rest of you can help seal up the entrance...”