A silent step started the noise.
“Lt. Grey, do you copy?” the walkie talkie voice sounded static and hoarse.
A slim hand reached down to the walkie talkie, it’d been three years since the Miller incident, and now they’d finally found someone that could handle Miller alone, “Copy an’ read, ain’t that what they say?” the feminine voice was smooth, but challenging. Gentle, but ruthless.
“Sorry, grandpa,” the voice said, “I told you when I… Continue