The Moon Chose Me Twice
"Convoy is three vehicles. Lead scout, the transport, and a rear guard."
"Copy," I whisper. I look at Hollen, who is huddled behind a boulder ten feet away, clutching the sidearm Charlie gave him. He looks like hell, but he nods at me. He’s ready.
"This is insane," Charlie murmurs, though there’s a wild, dangerous grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Hijacking a Void Stone with five people."
I check my own weapon. A standard issue assault rifle we pulled from the Ranger Station cache.