johnhetzler
Ted drove forward, certain of the doom that awaited. He brushed off the rain and ran headlong through the forest. Once in the clearing, he stopped. Though he knew what he would see, he still could not believe.
The blip came through on the radar screen.
"What is it?"
"I have no clue."
"Get the planes up now."
He picked up a cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair.
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