The aeronaval group is the main French Navy power projection force. 7 Hydrographic and oceanographic vessels.Finally, after an age of this farcical stuff, he keeled over and hit the floor. He stumbled around the room, grieving and complaining, blood following blood onto his buttocks and legs. Indeed she lost count of the wounds she made, her attack lent venom by his refusal to lie down and die. She was already drawing the knife out, and plunging into him a second time, and now a third and a fourth.
She brought the knife down in the middle of his pockmarked back. He had got the door open by inches, but not far enough. Across to where the knife lay, up, and back toward him in one fluid motion. There was only the dim light that crept through the age-beaten blind. She looked to the wall, expecting it to tremble and spit her lover from hiding.
#NAVAL ACTIO FREE#
She fell against the wall, looking up to see him wrestling with the door handle, his free hand clamped to his cuts.Īs the blood started, she was certain the room flickered, the bricks and mortar trembling to see the spurts that flew from him. It seemed his intention was not violence but escape, for he relinquished his hold as soon as he'd pulled away from the door. He put his hand into her hair and took a fistful. I think I need to empty my bladder, he said.Too many whiskies. It was enough to have him like thisShe reached into the jacket pocket. She shrugged a small shrug, and turned back to the door. Sealing the bag up, she was about to take it down to the car when she heard the front door open. When she had parceled it up in the bag, it was the weight of a small child, no more. More likely the pauperized body, sucked clean of marrow and every vital fluid, was no longer strong enough to support itself. Perhaps Frank was still finding nutriments to squeeze from the corpse, but she doubted it. When she came back to the room, the deterioration of the lamb was still continuing, though now much slowed. She had expected Frank to be here to help her with this labor, but as he hadn't shown she had no choice but to do it herself. But the blood was drying on her hands, and its stickiness revolted her.īundling up the blue suit and the rest of his clothes, she put them in several plastic bags, and then went in search of a larger bag for the remains. She stopped in her tracks, almost tempted to go back. She opened one cut, and then another.Īs she moved down the landing she heard the room groan-there was no other word for it. The knife was in him a moment after, slicing his belly with the ease of a blade in overripe cheese. His pace was too quick to see the blade until the very last moment, and even then it was bemusement that crossed his face, not fear.
Anything the body might have usefully offered by way of nourishment had been taken the husk that remained would not have sustained a family of fleas. At one point the plastic teeth dropped back into the gullet, the gums withered around them.Īnd in mere moments, it was done.
#NAVAL ACTIO SKIN#
It was being drained of every nutritious element, the body convulsing as its innards were sucked out, gases moaning in its bowels and throat, the skin dessicating in front of her startled eyes. Already the blood on the floor was crawling away toward the wall where Frank was, the beads seeming to boil and evaporate as they came within range of the skirting boards. The room was like a furnace, as the dead man's energies pulsed from his body.
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