The Veil War

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A little taste:

“Captain, we’ve got movement to the South.”

Lewis jumped up on a humvee. “Show me.”

He grabbed his binoculars and looked out to the South. He saw a cloud of dust. He hated clouds of dust. Chen pointed behind and to the right of the cloud of dust. The setting sun painted the dust in roses and pinks. The fading sunlight glinted off the edges of swords. “How the hell did they get up so far? They’re on foot, for chrissakes!” he muttered. He turned to his sergeant. “Break out the night vision, sergeant. I think someone’s going to be uncomfortable this evening.”

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“Okay. You’re right. We’re fucked.”

Captain Lewis spat on the dusty floor. He looked up from the map, and out the window. Outside, the company was looking to the North, at a cloud of dust. The dust cloud got closer every time he looked. Off to the right, around the corner, was another dust cloud. He couldn’t see it, but one of the last predator drones still up had tracked it for the last couple hours. It got closer, too.

Sgt. Pethoukis looked up from his tablet. “Captain, lost the predator feed.” His lean face had a grimmer than average cast. “I saw fire right before it cut out.”

“Dragon?” the captain asked.

“Most like.”

“Shit.”

A hundred miles south of Ramadi, he thought. Three times we’ve tried to turn east, and each time we’ve been blocked.