The Circle Hunt, White House
The general's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the wall of fire approaching, burning across the green sands without any combustible material in sight. He sighed softly and turned away towards his motorbike.
"Strip Eric's bird," he said curtly. "Take the water and guns."
The men were still standing a sensible distance from the green belt and looking at the fire with uneasy expressions.
"We lost three, General," Tiny said slowly. "Hasn't happened in a long while."
The General fixed him with a baleful look from behind his mask.
"Different planet, s**t happens!" he said grimly. "We cut our f*****g losses and move on. They're dead because they knew it was possible. Right now, we either get on the bikes and ride hell away from that damn fire, or we wait i
