Just after nightfall, the radio crackled to life.
“Hello, Seventh Cavalry. This is Robert Burbank on the space station.”
Sparks grabbed the mic. “Hello, Commander Burbank. This is Sparks.”
The other soldiers came over to listen.
“I really don’t know if this is good news or bad news, but the pyramids at Giza are in perfect condition.”
Everyone was silent for a moment.
“Is your telephoto lens powerful enough to pick up any activity around the pyramids?” Sparks asked.
“No, but I can tell you there are no highways or modern bridges. All we’ve seen are dirt trails.”
Autumn leaned close to the mic. “What are your plans, Commander, based on what you’ve seen?”
“Since the reality of our situation has been confirmed over the past two days, we’ve decided not to wait six months and use up all
