Cold War
“First Sergeant Furusawa’s voice came back over the comms. “I don’t like your attitude, Marine.”
“Sorry,” said Anderson. “This is bullshit, Sergeant.”
The sergeant laughed. “Better.”
It was there again: the pulse, the tick; something echoing across the comms, weaving around in the empty space behind the voices. It sounded like interference, the rhythmic tap of something electrical shorting, but that was impossible.
Then the comms clicked off and Private Grec was left with nothing but the sound o...f the blood in her ears and the schtomp schtomp schtomp of seven pairs of boots wading through the snow.
Corporal Anderson was right, Grec thought. It was bullshit. Icy, covered-in-six-feet-of-snow, a hundred light years from anywhere bullshit.
What the Special Operations team had been doing here was a mystery—at least, a mystery to those who really needed to know, which at the current moment included Sergeant Furusawa and her two three-person fireteams trudging onwards from the drop zone.MoreLess
“Sorry,” said Anderson. “This is bullshit, Sergeant.”
The sergeant laughed. “Better.”
It was there again: the pulse, the tick; something echoing across the comms, weaving around in the empty space behind the voices. It sounded like interference, the rhythmic tap of something electrical shorting, but that was impossible.
Then the comms clicked off and Private Grec was left with nothing but the sound o...f the blood in her ears and the schtomp schtomp schtomp of seven pairs of boots wading through the snow.
Corporal Anderson was right, Grec thought. It was bullshit. Icy, covered-in-six-feet-of-snow, a hundred light years from anywhere bullshit.
What the Special Operations team had been doing here was a mystery—at least, a mystery to those who really needed to know, which at the current moment included Sergeant Furusawa and her two three-person fireteams trudging onwards from the drop zone.MoreLess
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