July 15, 2230, France, Provence
July 15, 2230, France, ProvenceThe MX 60 sped low over the dense treetops, guided both by Emma’s navigation and direct control. They’d changed the color to a forest green that helped them blend in with the canopy below.
To Erik’s and Jia’s surprise, when they unloaded from the transport, a soldier approached them and gave them a set of coordinates before ushering them off-base with an appropriate security pass.
The pair had expected they’d get their briefing at the base, but it made more sense that they wouldn’t. Colonel Adeyemi was running an off-the-books operation, and no matter how much goodwill or respect he’d accumulated in the Army and how many strings people pulled on his behalf, there was only so much they could tolerate.
It was a dark irony tha
