Fog drifted in and out, causing moments of total blindness. Hector held his rifle ready, looking through the sight, using its thermal vision to track the surroundings. Below the rock pillar, he ventured forth into the biological mist and to the edge of the city where his unit’s base camp was established. He saw no one. No bodies. No survivors. Hector continued to his squad’s encampment, counting on the chance that somehow they were prepared and had also seen the aircraft. Hector knew the reality of that happening was slim, despite his far-fetched hope.
