[30 Days of Fic - Day 10] "Recon"
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kc_obrien"Clear!" The Lieutenant barked out as they finished their scan of the room. He, and the rest of his team, relaxed the scantest amount. They would never be relaxed in that sort of a situation; it simply wasn't in their nature. Too many variables could sneak up and go pear shaped. But half the team was outside of the bombed out house.
"The hell is this place, sir?" Private Carter murmured, looking through the shelves of little plastic cases curiously. This was a younger unit, one that had been built of those born after the cataclysm; except for the Lieutenant, none of them had letters.
"I haven't the damnedest idea," the Lieutenant replied "Chop-in Greatest Hits," he snarled, the shrugged, "It's all Greek to me. Let's toss the place."
The soldiers turned to the shelves and started pulling the contents out, looking for anything to explain how the little room had survived, how it was lit and how both could be used towards the war effort. One of Carter's plastic boxes sprung open, sending a silvery disc spinning across the floor. "Get down!" The private screamed, throwing himself on the object as everyone else dove for cover.
There was a sound, a terrible high pitched thing that resonated throughout the room. The soldiers grunted and covered their ears, and just as soon as it started, it was finished. After a few long moments and no explosion, even Carter got off the floor, everyone looking for the source of the sound.
"Over here," Private Trevor called out, looking down where he had landed. On the floor there was a slick black box with white lettering stenciled on it and an antenna of some sort. "I think... this may have been it."
Trevor reached down towards it, and, more quietly, the sound returned. "Get back!" The Lieutenant called out, which made the team scatter and sound disperse. Slowly, the Lieutenant approached, squatting down beside it. "Moo Guh?" He read, frustrated more and more by being able to read words and not understand what the hell they meant. He carefully reached out, and the sound returned, changing as he moved his hand.
"What the hell is it sir?" Another private asked, staying to the periphery.
"I don't know, but," he murmured as the sound continued to warble throuhgout the room, "R&D will want it. C'mon guys, lets get this place tossed and ready for hard burn."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' prompt was 'Write a scene focused around a musical instrument'
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
"The hell is this place, sir?" Private Carter murmured, looking through the shelves of little plastic cases curiously. This was a younger unit, one that had been built of those born after the cataclysm; except for the Lieutenant, none of them had letters.
"I haven't the damnedest idea," the Lieutenant replied "Chop-in Greatest Hits," he snarled, the shrugged, "It's all Greek to me. Let's toss the place."
The soldiers turned to the shelves and started pulling the contents out, looking for anything to explain how the little room had survived, how it was lit and how both could be used towards the war effort. One of Carter's plastic boxes sprung open, sending a silvery disc spinning across the floor. "Get down!" The private screamed, throwing himself on the object as everyone else dove for cover.
There was a sound, a terrible high pitched thing that resonated throughout the room. The soldiers grunted and covered their ears, and just as soon as it started, it was finished. After a few long moments and no explosion, even Carter got off the floor, everyone looking for the source of the sound.
"Over here," Private Trevor called out, looking down where he had landed. On the floor there was a slick black box with white lettering stenciled on it and an antenna of some sort. "I think... this may have been it."
Trevor reached down towards it, and, more quietly, the sound returned. "Get back!" The Lieutenant called out, which made the team scatter and sound disperse. Slowly, the Lieutenant approached, squatting down beside it. "Moo Guh?" He read, frustrated more and more by being able to read words and not understand what the hell they meant. He carefully reached out, and the sound returned, changing as he moved his hand.
"What the hell is it sir?" Another private asked, staying to the periphery.
"I don't know, but," he murmured as the sound continued to warble throuhgout the room, "R&D will want it. C'mon guys, lets get this place tossed and ready for hard burn."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' prompt was 'Write a scene focused around a musical instrument'
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
