Box Canyon.
El, Evan, and twenty-four of Misty’s Chosen stepped through the black portal, then found nothing. If El had been in the United States a week ago, she would’ve recognized the valley where Misty dropped them. It had been splashed over the internet and the twenty-four-hour news stations repeatedly until each stone in the canyon could be identified. This was the epicenter of the event named Lanada.
They had landed in Mexico. They had practiced well: not staying in a clump, but spreading out, looking for cover in fire teams of three. One thing Agent Smith taught them, don’t provide easy targets for those trying to kill you.
Unfortunately, they were surrounded by high ground on three sides. A blind monkey with a hand grenade could’ve taken several of them out with one shot.
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