Alaska Blues III

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Dressed in white, gray and black camouflage gear they hiked the last mile to the base of the mountain where the cave sat.  Stealthily, they approached the mouth and paused to listen; the sound of machinery came from within.  Two guards stood outside, almost blending into the background.

The agents pulled their weapons, aimed and darted them.  Switching clothes and grabbing the rifles, they walked into the cave far enough to see lab – coated men looking at gauges on a huge piece of equipment.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter; it’s THRUSH so it must be destroyed.”

Illya nodded. “Of course.”

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter, belongs to Thrush--love it.