Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: 99
“Sun’s up,” said Julian. “Let’s move. We gotta hit all four labs before sundown.”
Cliff nodded as he pulled on his boots. Fear crawled across his scalp and burned in his stomach. They lost Johnny two days ago and Mitch three weeks before that.
Bastards were getting braver. Used to have fifty men at this outpost and maybe lost one guy a year. Now…shit. And no new recruits – the Feds had them in lockdown.
Julian and Cliff clamped down their visors and stepped out into the cold. A shriek echoed across the hills. Too damn close.
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I think this is the longest I have gone in a quite a while without posting a blog. Lots going on – lost a dear friend to cancer and I have been sick with a cold. But I’m back at it again – lucky you! 🙂
See ya Sunday-