BusinessMonkey

Sunlight poured in through a break in the curtains.  He rolled over, trying to get it out of his face.  Two weeks, and he still wasn’t used to the light again yet. He wasn’t used to anything again, yet.  Trapped for so long beneath the earth... everything was different.  Languages, countries, the very shape of the lands. Half asleep, he remembered the moment when his world was turned from a hellish prison he chose not to leave into a vibrant new reality he never wanted to enter. The mercury filled orb he had called home for so long was torturous, yes, but he’d come to accept it.  He’d made peace with it all and when

  The landing zone looked empty as Chime carefully led her comrades between cover.  The dropship had already taken off again, and the street seemed empty with no sign of anything amiss.  She stopped the group beside a small building. “Katrina, watch our backs.  Rook, take a quick peek,” she ordered.  He nodded, getting low and quickly ducking his head around the corner.  He only stayed there a couple seconds before moving back. “Nothing moving right now, but I picked up something in a doorway.  I think it was the barrel of a gun or something,” he reported.  “It was pointed at the other end of the street,

 “How long’s the bombing run going to last?” Katrina asked, watching the sky fill with explosives. “It was ten minutes or so on Elder,” Rook said.  “At least, that’s what it was over home.  I guess it depends on how many ships they have.” “Think they’ll send in their men?  If their bombs aren’t working, maybe they’ll decide it’s too risky.” “Probably not,” Chime replied.  “They didn’t even realise they were being told to kill civilians at Elder.  They kept going even when no one fought back.  I think they’re a bit too determ