Chapter 41 – Besieged
Jerry scanned the field with his scope, moving it slowly back and forth. His optic had a night-vision setting, but he preferred thermal. At the moment, everything was black and blue. If any warm bodies appeared, they'd stand out like plasma bolts.
He lay prone several feet inside the hayloft door, and in the shadow of what little moonlight there was, but he still tried to keep his movements to a minimum. Reliants had the worst night vision of the four Breeds, but that was no reason to take unnecessary chances.
The farm had been recently harvested, and it was nothing but an empty field for a distance of at least three hundred yards. After that, the woods began. The ground was full of short dead stalks, the truncated remainder of whatever vegetable had been planted a
