The radar screen showed nothing new. Nothing ever showed anything new. Frank...
He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled, and watched the smoke curl toward the fluorescent light overhead. The guard shack smelled of old coffee, diesel from the generator, and the faint chemical smell of the radar equipment that was supposed to be decommissioned but apparently nobody had gotten around to turning off. It was 3:17 AM. The screen flickered. A blip appeared at the edge of the...
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