Kellor and the MkII were held in the clutches of the first female trap that they had stumbled upon. They crouched amongst old provision boxes, which had been abandoned when the silo had been last used many years before. Hoping to avoid detection by his arctic fatigues, Kellor stripped off the white outer layers of his clothing, which seemed to positively glow in the dark, and he gestured for his subordinate to do the same. They both had felt the large explosion and Kellor feared the worst. It was at that precise moment that they had been attacked by persons unknown and unseen. Private Willis was Kellor’s main concern. He needed him alive, for alone he knew he would be helpless.
‘Keep very close to me Private. We’re going to backtrack our way out of here very carefully,’ Kellor ordered.
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