Far from Thule to the entrance of the Agathan Special Force compound, dried leaves with blood on them spun in the slightly warm early afternoon air.
Shadows stretched long from the city toward the Special Force compound, followed by a metal rumbling sound.
Two MRAPs, with black sticky liquid dressing them, dashed at high speed into the parking lot, then halted.
The black sword wrapped around Liu Yan's back glittered as she stepped down from the first MRAP.
An Lang followed, wiping the sticky liquid off his war discs. "Fuck!" he swung it. "Why is this not coming off?" His chest rose and fell as he stamped on the ground.
Tiny green leaves flew by the closed door and got stuck in the closed edges of the second MRAP.
As soon as the door swung open, the leaves glided on the metal and landed softly on the ground.
