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DAY 27
A gravel road cut through a field of golden wheat that swayed under a clear, blue sky. As always, the air was warm and muggy. Perfect weather if you wanted to lie on a beach, less so if you were planning on fighting men with guns.
Melissa watched a small, bullet-shaped craft through a pair of binoculars. It flew over the road at a height of three feet, its underside never quite touching the ground. A Ragnosian hovercraft. Brenna’s intel said that they were using them to transport food from the rural communities to their military installations. One came this way every other day like clockwork. They had cargo-haulers like this one operating all over the country.
In black pants, a tank top and a bandana with two eye holes, Melissa crouched on the roadside. The disguise was neces
