sib

If Sib had stopped to think, he might not have tried it.

But Sib had made this decision himself: he needed to go through with it.

Sib paused like a man who needed to clear his head.

In the same motion he raised his hand toward Sib.

"Sib has a list of what we need from your engineering section."

At the same time Sib hurried forward so that he came between them.

Sib would have to fill in the gaps as best he could.

Sib may have wanted to do the same, but he fought the impulse.

She wanted to tell Sib, Get us out of here.

His sib would understand all too well what he was up to.

And Sib was weak enough to be bent in any direction.

A step or two later, Sib did the same.

Exactly what did you do to poor old Sib?

Instead he was forced to rely on Sib- and anyone else who happened to be nearby.

Instead she seemed to feel all the anger Sib needed for himself and couldn't find.

After she and Sib gained the concrete, they were able to travel more quickly.

Clutching his gun, Sib stood up from the second's station.

Sib asked, although he wasn't sure that Nick could hear him.

And Sib looks like he's having some kind of seizure."

Sib raised a shocked hand to his mouth to keep himself from crying out.

Sib caught up with her as fast as he could.

"He has as much right as Sib to make his own decisions."

Because he'd left himself no choice, Sib drifted past them toward the weapons locker.

Sib and Pup looked like they'd forgotten how to breathe.

Without warning Sib pushed past him into the room.