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A pair of binoculars showed Melissa an airfield at the base of a shallow hill. And it wasn’t much of an airfield. Just a square of pavement in the grass with a road leading off to a nearby town.
The ships that were parked there were fat, bulky machines that would drop like a stone if not for anti-gravity engines. One had its cargo-bay door open so that Ragnosian soldiers could haul out crates full of weapons and leave them on the tarmac.
Another team took those crates and loaded them onto the back of a rumbling truck. The invaders had been forced to use local technology to assist their ground operations. They had a base about five miles away from here.
After months of living as a terrorist, Melissa’s mind started dreaming up ways to immobilize those trucks and steal those supplies. S
