“Found it scanning for metals before we wrapped him up. Almost missed it. He had metal pins in his ankle and after I removed them, there was still a faint reading. I assumed it was a fragment that we overlooked but it was in the wrong place. Found this embedded in the bone.”
Vaidehi tapped her finger on the display screen where a red circle highlighted an anomaly.
“What is it?” Marsh asked.
“Hoping you can tell me. It’s like nothing I’ve seen in a body before. Not natural and not serving any obvious medical purpose.”
“What did the expert…
The woman in black rolled and leaped to her feet. Marsh and Court stepped back while Walker slipped in the pine needles and dirt, struggling to create some distance. Her eyes didn’t stop moving as she took in her surroundings. When she saw Clint Donovan on the ground with a hole in his chest, she dropped to her knees and cradled his head in her hands. “No, no, no…” Her words trailed off into sobs.
“You’re safe now,” Court said.
Marsh put a hand on his shoulder. “Let her be for now. And don’t promise what you don’t know to…
Court adjusted the position of his fingers on his mag gun. There was something in the trees ahead.
Probably a deer. Too quiet for a moose, he thought. Moose would’ve been a nice treat.
They’d eaten a lot of deer and feral dog lately. They’d be heroes if they brought back a moose.
Beside him, he heard a hint of a wheeze in Walker’s breathing. His hay fever was bad this year. …
Rook Winters
Tea drinker with a writing habit. Author of “Weight of Ashes” (https://amzn.to/2SnVYRQ) and “Cubicleland” (https://amzn.to/2PfTO5h). Also at http://rookwinters.
