THE CANOPY CRAWLERSWe soar above the living green canopy; rotors flitting like the agile dragonfly wings that inspired them. The jungle’s time of need had come. That’s what Presidente Marquez had said, in her speech summoning the reserves to active duty. The enemy had arrived not only from somewhere in space, but surfaced from deep in the earth and the forest floors.
Times are strange, old rivals allying, like us and the Colombians, while other nations seize the opportunity to fight, hoping for some stupid, meaningless advantage as everything goes to hell. Me, I’d just as soon see the rest of the world burn, but I fight, we fight for the forest. The demons can have the cities, those concrete wastelands, for whatever it is they want, but my squad will defend the trees to the last.
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