Mitrius switched off the engine, stepped out of the stolen truck and went to the trunk. He was lucky with the moonlight. He didn’t need to light any torches – that would improve his chances. It had to work. He took out the weapon and checked its configuration. The activation button sent Mitrius weapon buzzing for a moment while it charged. It was ready. He was ready. He sought cover between the trees and peered down on the open, grassy area below him. Would they come?
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John slowly stepped down the hill, he had taken his leather jacket out of his car and had it slung over his arm. The arm stil…
A sequel to Waiting for strangers
Published on October 08, 2007.
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