wall.
“I…hold on…” Ian saw the muzzle blast before they heard the report of the two shots fired at the drone. “Idiots,” he said.
Mary flinched at the noise. “What are they doing that for?”
“I don’t know, but they’re about to get themselves killed if that’s a hostile drone.”
“Why would it be hostile?” Mary’s only experience with drones was the drone footage shown on cable news. In one frame, you could see a car driving across a bridge and a targeting box aligning the car in the center of the frame. Usually, in the next scene, there was a streak and then the entire frame went white as the car exploded and the bridge collapsed.
“Mary, we were nuked yesterday. We’re at war, on our on turf,” he said softly.
The statement was said quietly, but seem to hit Mary like someone had just yelled it at her. ‘ We’re at war on our on turf. ’ Not since the Civil War has there been a real life active war on our own turf.
Mary looked away from where the men hid next to the building and up to the sky. “Is it ours?”
Ian was about to speculate when they saw the missile launch from the Drone streak towards the two men. They started running, but it was too late.
“Holy Shit,” Mary observed.
The missile hit the building and exploded the two story brick and wood structure. The building beside it also exploded and every glass front window along the street burst into billions of shards of shrapnel. The fireball threw one of the parked cars on the street into a tank of LP gas and that caused a massive secondary explosion that sent a shock wave past Mary and Ian.
Mary put her hand to her mouth and looked back at Ian. Ian was frantically digging through his pack. Once he found what he was looking for he put the packaging to his teeth and ripped it open.
Ian rapidly unfolded the thin silver Mylar survival blanket. The blanket looked more like lightweight tinfoil than it did a blanket.
“ Get under!” He pulled at her ankle to get her under the blanket with him.
Once under, he pulled the sides down as tightly as possible.
“Be still and don’t breathe!” he whispered.
“Oh God.”
“Shh.” Ian held his breath.
The drone circled their area for five more minutes searching for more targets before it moved off.
After a few minutes of not hearing the low humming noise, Ian slowly lifted the blanket off of them. They were instantly greeted with cool refreshing air.
“Holy shit, Ian! What was that?”
Ian looked at his watch and reached for the two-way radio.
“Dukes, Ian, over.” He waited, and didn’t repeat the call.
“Code?” the call came back in Dukes’ voice.
“People,” Ian confirmed the code word for the hour that they had agreed on.
“Going to make it short. Hunter Drones are actively removing targets. Entire small town destroyed. Over.”
Ian knew that Dukes was thinking about what Ian was reporting.
“Multiple chatter on the subject in the last two hours. First for your location. Over.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Mary asked.
“It sounds like there are multiple drone attacks happening around us.”
“Why?” she asked. “Aren’t they ours?”
Ian shrugged and then keyed the microphone again. “Locations of reports? Over,” Ian asked.
“Along a line from the Gulf Coast to Nashville to St. Louis to Minneapolis.”
Ian seemed to lose his reality as he heard the news and lowered himself back against one of the large oaks.
“What does that mean?” Mary asked frantically.
Ian didn’t answer. He simply stared out over the carnage of the burning town.
“Ian!” she pushed his arm to get him to snap back into reality. “What does that mean?”
“It means, that we’re being invaded.”
CHAPTER 7
Daisy had saved the lives of everyone. She did what her training had taught her to do. Leah stroked the head of her dog; she loved this dog.
She then gently
“I…hold on…” Ian saw the muzzle blast before they heard the report of the two shots fired at the drone. “Idiots,” he said.
Mary flinched at the noise. “What are they doing that for?”
“I don’t know, but they’re about to get themselves killed if that’s a hostile drone.”
“Why would it be hostile?” Mary’s only experience with drones was the drone footage shown on cable news. In one frame, you could see a car driving across a bridge and a targeting box aligning the car in the center of the frame. Usually, in the next scene, there was a streak and then the entire frame went white as the car exploded and the bridge collapsed.
“Mary, we were nuked yesterday. We’re at war, on our on turf,” he said softly.
The statement was said quietly, but seem to hit Mary like someone had just yelled it at her. ‘ We’re at war on our on turf. ’ Not since the Civil War has there been a real life active war on our own turf.
Mary looked away from where the men hid next to the building and up to the sky. “Is it ours?”
Ian was about to speculate when they saw the missile launch from the Drone streak towards the two men. They started running, but it was too late.
“Holy Shit,” Mary observed.
The missile hit the building and exploded the two story brick and wood structure. The building beside it also exploded and every glass front window along the street burst into billions of shards of shrapnel. The fireball threw one of the parked cars on the street into a tank of LP gas and that caused a massive secondary explosion that sent a shock wave past Mary and Ian.
Mary put her hand to her mouth and looked back at Ian. Ian was frantically digging through his pack. Once he found what he was looking for he put the packaging to his teeth and ripped it open.
Ian rapidly unfolded the thin silver Mylar survival blanket. The blanket looked more like lightweight tinfoil than it did a blanket.
“ Get under!” He pulled at her ankle to get her under the blanket with him.
Once under, he pulled the sides down as tightly as possible.
“Be still and don’t breathe!” he whispered.
“Oh God.”
“Shh.” Ian held his breath.
The drone circled their area for five more minutes searching for more targets before it moved off.
After a few minutes of not hearing the low humming noise, Ian slowly lifted the blanket off of them. They were instantly greeted with cool refreshing air.
“Holy shit, Ian! What was that?”
Ian looked at his watch and reached for the two-way radio.
“Dukes, Ian, over.” He waited, and didn’t repeat the call.
“Code?” the call came back in Dukes’ voice.
“People,” Ian confirmed the code word for the hour that they had agreed on.
“Going to make it short. Hunter Drones are actively removing targets. Entire small town destroyed. Over.”
Ian knew that Dukes was thinking about what Ian was reporting.
“Multiple chatter on the subject in the last two hours. First for your location. Over.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Mary asked.
“It sounds like there are multiple drone attacks happening around us.”
“Why?” she asked. “Aren’t they ours?”
Ian shrugged and then keyed the microphone again. “Locations of reports? Over,” Ian asked.
“Along a line from the Gulf Coast to Nashville to St. Louis to Minneapolis.”
Ian seemed to lose his reality as he heard the news and lowered himself back against one of the large oaks.
“What does that mean?” Mary asked frantically.
Ian didn’t answer. He simply stared out over the carnage of the burning town.
“Ian!” she pushed his arm to get him to snap back into reality. “What does that mean?”
“It means, that we’re being invaded.”
CHAPTER 7
Daisy had saved the lives of everyone. She did what her training had taught her to do. Leah stroked the head of her dog; she loved this dog.
She then gently
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