Contamination
Captain Nova
“Ash,” the distinctly male voice of the Colonel awakened me.
The clock at my bedside read 0300. His deep brown eyes were troubled. I glanced at his hand, lightly touching my shoulder and said, “Why are you in my quarters Colonel?”
“He spoke quickly and softly, “We are under attack by some sort of guerrilla unit. They are heavily armed and their target appears to be the Dragoon prototype. They breached the perimeter about 5 minutes ago and their cutting a bloody path right to your lab.