EXCERPT:
"THE SKY was thin and the color of crude oil, except where it exploded above their heads. Concussion was delayed in the thin air but the smell of roasting rangers got to you right now, even through your air filters. The terraformers hadn't done much of a job on this classified rockball before the corporation taskforce moved in, the shit hit the fan, and a request for military assistance followed...."
ns 15.158.61.5da2
