CEREBUS
A dust storm, spiraling like a cyclone, moving against the wind.
Kyoto. A temple blackened, its roof caved, monks in body bags carried down the stone steps.
Major Linh Rivera stood before the touchscreen table, her posture sharp, hair pulled into a knot so tight it might snap. She had slept four hours in three days, and her eyes burned, but her voice was steady.
“How many anomalies?”
A tech’s voice cracked. “Twelve confirmed, Major. Possibly more. At least three involve hostile entities. Brazil. Japan. Egypt.”
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