S. A. Hoag, Writer
Prequel to The Wildblood series
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“Shannon,” her radio crackled static, snapping her out of a restless sleep. It was Wade on his private channel.
“Go ahead,” she answered groggily. Her watch read 9:30 pm and she was supposed to go on duty at 2:00 am. An hour – she'd been asleep an hour.
“Gear up. I'll be there in five minutes to get you.”
“What's going on?” she wondered, rubbing her eyes.
“Don't ask, just do.”
He didn't sound like they might be playing wargames. Shan moved.
Her mother was in the kitchen. Deirdre Allen was five foot three, with pale blond hair, hazel eyes, and was one of The Vista's actual doctors. She'd been twenty-nine when civilization ended. “The hospital just called me in,” she announced. “Are you on-call?”
“I am now. Wade didn't tell me why.”
“No,” Shan told her. “Not this time. I know you don't like carrying, but I think this is serious. Take a sidearm, Mom, please.”
Deirdre nodded. “For your peace of mind I will.” She knew how to use it; she'd been forced to in the past and hoped she never would again. “Whatever it is, be careful.”
“I am, and Wade wouldn't let me get away with anything else.”
She hugged her. “I mean it.”
“I'll see you in the morning,” Shan said, hearing a car. “That's Wade. If he tells me it's practice, I'll let you know.” She didn't think it was likely, but he'd fooled her before.
The moment she dropped into the passenger seat, she knew it was real. “Can you tell me now?” She'd dressed in winter camos with body armor, both Sigs and a boot gun, clips in all her pockets, plus an array of knives. Her pack held spare ammo, food rations and various bits of survival equipment.
He glanced sideways at her, heading towards Station Two with a purpose. “We lost a Scout at Wisdom about an hour ago.”
“Lost?” she repeated, not expecting it.