Chapter 77
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June - 3,390 BC
Earth: near the crash site
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki’ili
MIKHAIL
Knife-wielding men scrambled over the rocks. Mikhail crouched down, his wings spread flat to blend into the arid landscape. There were hardly any bushes here, no greenery, and few shadows. The ochre-yellow rocks were the perfect contrast to call attention to his dark brown plumage.
He pressed deeper into the crevasse and cursed. He might as well have been wearing a pink neon sign which screamed: "the Angelic is hiding over here!"
"C'mon?" he squinted up at the sun. "Hurry up and set."
It inched lazily towards the horizon across a perfect, cloudless sky that cast not a single shadow for him to hide. He smeared his uniform with dirt and rubbed it into his feathers.
'You should have killed th
