“Do you have a cell phone?” She asked Peri, who gave her an “are you freaking kidding me” look.
“I need to call someone.”
“What, you’re using your phone a friend option at this point in the game?” Peri walked over to where Jen lay, ignored the snarling Decebel, and reached into her pack. She pulled out the cell phone that had been dead for days.
She pushed power into it and then handed it to Cynthia.
“Hope you know that this is your only lifeline left. Asking the audience isn’t an option and fifty, fifty just might get us killed by some pissed off mates,” she told the doctor.
“You are just a bowl full of cherries,” Cynthia snatched the phone away and started dialing.
“No my dear doctor friend, you are confused with someone who wants to blow smoke up your furry butt. What I am is a bo
