Urban Decay

[Jeremy Hunter]

Jacob picked up his comm.

"Major Ling? Forge here. Looks like you and the Social Credit didn't buy the farm."

Jacob took a moment to untangle himself from the poncho he had used as a blanket.

"It's hell down here...on a slightly happier note, that car who had the rocket launcher? The occupants have been diagnosed with bullet-in-the-head syndrome."

Jacob threw on his pack and picked up his rifle.

"Almost to the airstrip. I haven't seen anyone else, but it's sounded like World War Seven every time it gets quiet for me."

Jacob moved to the building's exit.

"Heading to the airstrip. Forge out."

Jacob kicked the reinforced door down and booked it.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.