It was a quiet night…

 

It had been a quiet night in the bunker. The scope was clean. All was routine and peaceful. Hunter checked the dials across the board and made notes on his clipboard.

Shay nodded at the screen, eyes at half mast, but still watchful. Ever vigilant, even when half asleep.

Forty feet above, the tower made its silent, circular sweep across the night sky. A slow, lazy drift of flurries added a haze to the background noise on the scope. Shay slowly leaned over to adjust a knob on the lower panel.

He sat up suddenly…

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