Beta Team made it to cover and while they were waiting for further orders they began to hear what sounded like a town coming to life. There were people hollering all around them and they thought that they also heard crying from somewhere. They looked out the window and from a town that seemed deserted all of a sudden became a town full of terror for Beta Team looked to the West and they were not sure who was coming their way. Sarge's walkie began to buzz, and it was headquarters saying the mission has been cancelled. Come back now.
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The Mission part 8
As the Beta Team was looking up and seeing a 'murder' of drones flying towards them they ran for shelter for they could not tell who they belonged to. They entered the first building they came to and radioed headquarters to ask about the drones that were overhead. Headquarters replied "What drones? There are no drones flying in your sector." "Sir, but there are about 50 or more of them right above this town we are securing." "We will look into this and get back to you and just keep alert to your surroundings and keep reporting back any findings.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNAa day ago in Fiction
7 Deadly Syns
Pride is where the scene is. They always are. Today it’s an observation deck above the Social District, wrapped in one-way glass that turns the city into a reflection until you’re close enough to realize it isn’t. From here, the crowd is abstracted. Movement without individuals. Applause without hands. 'And yea though I walk the alley, in a brush with death. I will fear no easel...for thou art is with me.'
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 days ago in Fiction
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy3 days ago in Humans
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I'd have been half way back
I should have start reading from here.. 😊