The Faded Road
The van hits the curb. You feel the impact in your teeth. Glass shatters. Metal screams. Dust rises. You are on the ground. Your helmet is cracked. Your visor is scratched. You breathe. In. Out. The air tastes of copper and rain. You stand. Your knees do not shake. You check your sidearm. It is holstered. Secure. You check your radio. Static. Then a voice. Sharp. Angry. “Unit Four, report.” You...
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