“You can’t trust him!” shouted Marie.

“I know, ” said Samuel, “But do we really have a choice?”

“There’s always another option, you just need to find it”, she replied.

Sweat beaded Samuel’s brow. He had never been good making command decisions. In elementary school, he couldn’t even decide whether he preferred pencils or pens. Now, with so many lives in the balance, he had to make the right decision. Everyone was counting on him.

“I can’t do it!” he exclaimed.

“Fine, then I’ll do it for you,” said Gerrard gruffly.

Grabbing the scimitar, he sliced the rope in two.

“Goodbye.”