100-Word Challenge, Day 333


Neville ignored the moans of the dying, and hurried to the station that had been hit first. He hoped for some residual image on the screen that he could work with, but there was nothing but blackened, shattered glass. The Angel stood and walked across the room. He stopped at the doors on the far end of the room, punched a dozen numbers into the keypad, and left the room.

“Staff the backup stations,” Neville commanded as he walked through the room filled with lesser Blessed, all practicing with various weapons. “Make sure the units are shielded.”

“Yes, sir,” responded David, Neville’s very capable assistant in the building’s hidden top floor. “Anything else, sir?”

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