49 - Is this a goodbye?
“Gardens clear.” The voices of the guys down there got quiet after a while. They were finally doing their job, while we were looking at a wider area around us. “Clear air.” Basil calmed down as he started making more reports without letting unnecessary words out of his mouth. “Clear,” I added after him. This was getting boring, just saying clear every ten to fifteen minutes, reporting the situation to everyone on duty tonight. I yawned and took a break from staring into the scope. I stretched for a while and made sure my legs weren’t getting the feeling of thousands of ants crawling in them. I took a sip of water and came back to the scope. Everything was the same as before. But this was worse than just stalking and waiting for a known target. The thing we were doing was basically protec
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