No Alarms and No Surprises

Dook looked around him at the dirty little compound and screwed his nose up sceptically.

"Bit of a shit hole really. I'd prefer to be a long way away in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt."

Mickey picked at the stiff edge of his front body armour plate. It didn't take long for the rubber edging strips of the modular plates to get worn and for the edge to get a little frayed. In time, with the heat of the day and with the damp waves of sweat, his skin had become rubbed raw.

Dook sat down beside him and for a moment they both gazed into an imagined future.  "…and flip-flops, of course."

A sudden gust of air rattled the rotting door of a small hut about 10 yards away against its frame. It startled them both and they instinctively trained their weapons on it.

"What do you think?" Dook asked, the moment of light relief had vanished and they were sharp again.

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