flash fiction "The Outpost"

Aloha writers,
Here is my latest flash fiction from my novel, "The Outpost." Enjoy!

A heavy rain falls as tiny crystal marbles, the river is alive with hunger as gravity feeds her.
Cooper puts himself next to a window and closes his eyes hoping for the warmth of memory. He took a deep breath as he thought of his life, a life racing back to him now, like that river rushing outside.
Intelligent people don't like to kill. It's the prefrontal lobe that does the killing. The Army thinks it knows it. The problem is, the Army is guessing too. Scientists spend their entire careers trying to prove their guesses.
Cooper thought to himself, "Mystic research. People in fourth world laboratories are into that." He hoped that wasn't happening here at this military post. He was well aware of the unseen forces. "Humans would love to have this jungle floor take on mystic powers," he thought.
There was a renewed interest in the recent discovery that anger and fear had nothing to do with the urge to kill. Pleasure before death, procreation before demise--psychologists had studied that for centuries--but his were primal thoughts, ones that included hoping the tigress shows again.
Cooper is not given to pandering wild thoughts, but can't help being drawn to her aura. The tigress shows no fear, her silence sends Cooper deeper into the caverns of his own mind. This wasn't a mere trickling of information here. He would go after this data like it were an addiction. But then again, Cooper didn't want this to look like a bunch of scientific mumbo-jumbo. He had his own plan.