UTAH
OUTSIDE JOSEPH
OLD ROUTE 70
The three Raptors were parked in the small clearing, their ramps down and three dozen genomes, humans and elves spread about near the bottoms of the ramps calmly eating their rations and talking among themselves. Weapons were draped across laps or leaning against the Raptors where the elves and men sat. Three miles away rested the remains of a small column of slaver vehicles and twenty dead bodies which were even now being swallowed up by the creatures of the timber.
Leland sat on the edge of the Raptor's ramp calmly eating the power bar from his ration pack, his eyes touching each and every person in his team.
His team.
