We Believe in Charity
June 12, 2123: 10:33 AM
Our
unit staggered through the ruins of London, covered in dirt and bloody
bandages. The latest skirmish with the Earth-Isolationists had been brutal. A
precision blast from a fission gun had destroyed my uniform and two good
officers, and the only indication that I was the woman in charge was the unit
still following me. I owed it to them to not let my injuries show or let them
know that with no supplies and only a few fission weapons of our own we were
open targets. We turned south out of Piccadilly Circus, taking cover behind one
of the meter-high cracks caused by the bombs in the early decades of the war.
