ARIZONA
FOUR MILES NORTH OF FLAGSTAFF
NORTH US-89
Martin lowered the cooling body of the guard softly to the ground, his black outlined yellow eyes searching the night around him. He wiped the blade of his knife on the man's shirt as he squatted next to the body, allowing his enhanced senses to reach out into the night. He turned his head slightly when he smelled the male elf come up behind him, moving like a ghost.
Martin had broken down their Special Operations forces into five teams, made up of the remaining genomes, elves and humans. He had an entire brigade of elves and humans back in Eden training every day, and it was they who were now manning the artillery pieces and rocket launcher systems set up twenty miles north of Flagstaff. It was also they who crewed the eighty M21 Scorpion tanks that were poised and ready to strike from the mountains north of Flagstaff.
