by Shade » Wed Jun 18, 2008 5:34 pm
Diana stayed at the opening, trying to decipher Desh's scent out of the rest of them. She had so far guessed that he had gone in one of the copters and when it crashed he strayed somewhere else. She walked carefully to the helicopter and took a huge whiff, filling her chest with smoke, metal, gunpowder, and Desh. She took a more concentrated breath and located Desh's scent...
Sugar. Spice. Everything twice. I'm the left and the right, in a word: Nice.
