NaNoWriMo 2017: Hellstar-4
HELLSTAR-4 EXT. CH-6-FAC-4 ROOF - NIGHT Laughlin and Hampton crouch low behind some unidentifiable rooftop debris atop the factory node adjacent to CH-6-FAC-3 and at an angle to RES-2 where the Hungry mercenaries are making their way through. Both are wearing tactical black, though DETEC is in broad white letters across their shoulders. Neither has a gun in hand, though the pistols on their hips seem to be larger than one would expect for service size. Hampton has a banged-about-looking SMG slung on his back, dangling like a messenger bag. Laughlin, adjustable binoc projector held high, scans the rooftops and walls. SY HAMPTON I hope to seven shades that this isn't what we think it is, Laughlin. That would be bad. DEREK LAUGHLIN And by that you mean "a lot of people will die," right? SY HAMPTON I mean a lot of people will be stuck doing a lot of paperwork, and by "a lot of people" I mean me. Nuclear warheads always take so much paper...