Fiddlestix and her platoon are on their way. She’s found herself in charge, and isn’t happy about it. Hoping that things will go well, she’s prepared for the mission to go horribly wrong.
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“I have the feeling I’ve got cross hairs trained on me,” she mused, not voicing her disquiet to her people.
Her attitude was cocky and confident. She was damned if her troops were going to see her scared. Her gut might be tied in knots, but they wouldn’t know it. She’d learned a long time ago that the leader’s worry could transmit itself to the troops.
Less than five miles into Shine territory, strange things started to happen. Kaz contacted her over her headset. He wasn’t very clear, his signal breaking up.
“Uh, Master Sergeant?”
“Talk to me, Kaz.”
“The point team just disappeared.”
“Do you mean you lost sight of them?”
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