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Chapter 48 (YEAR 2052)

Report: Fisk

The Nevada Desert.

Arizona.

Axion manufacturing base.

Designation: "The Forge"

The door to my office slid open with a quiet hiss, flooding the room with dim light from the hallway outside. The shadow made a perfect rectangular shape on my floor.

This pleased me. The interruption did not.

"Director Fisk, sir?"

I sat up, taking my eyes off the console I had been watching. I cleared my throat.

"Yes, soldier?"

A young man stood before me, tan military uniform infuriatingly dishevelled. He was clearly one of the newer folks here in Nevada, shipped in only a month before.

The man's brown military crew-cut was slowly growing back, neglected due to stress, and a five' o'clock shadow darkened his tanned skin. His green eyes darted around the room in a nervous motion, scanning for my reaction.

Even his stubble was lopsided. I tried to push the annoyance from my mind.

The soldier seemed nervous. Scared, even. A pity, considering the man had nothing to fear. He was worth
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