No one knew he was there, hiding close enough to kill them all, but a regular assassination at this stage wouldn’t be any fun. Dominion desired to see his pets on the battlefield, to watch them crush the feeble humans resisting his supremacy. He spied on them both in the White House and the field. As the government tried and failed to get recon imagery of the city and Dominion’s forces, they themselves were being watched. They circled Augusta in a growing circle, giant vultures that he had created. Their faces were occupied by three sets of long narrow beaks, like some grotesque flower, while their eyes, even larger and keener than those of the hounds, were in the underside of their wings. Despite being as large as private jets, they were completely undetectable. They emitted a psychic wave that rendered them invisible to the naked eye and radar alike. As paranormal entities, their abilities far surpassed any flesh and blood animal. The power of the dead, so ancient, yet even in the 22nd century, modern technology couldn’t compete. The beasts also surveyed the city of Portland, south of Augusta and on the coast. It was a larger and more urban city, and its airport was currently serving as the base for this attack. The government had seized the buildings to shelter troops and store equipment, while every runway and hangar was occupied with planes, jets, and helicopters. For a military force this large, infrastructure was a necessity, and they didn’t have the time to build a city of tents on rugged land. With endless military vehicles rolling onto the facility, the press did everything they could to gather information. News vans were parked on the grass surrounding the airport, with cameras always looking through the chain-link fence. Crews worked in shifts to keep eyes always on the airport, but many unlucky souls had to camp out, members of smaller press groups or inquisitive citizens. One of them, a young field reporter for the Central Portland Broadcasting Company, was nauseous with unease. Nayara Runihura, Channel 8’s diversity mascot. Her father was Tutsi from Rwanda, her mother was Spanish. Africa, Spain, and the Middle East were currently dominated by an Islamic Caliphate that came to power during the fifty years of chaos following the rise of the undead. The Caliphate was currently under Sharia Law, but when her mother became pregnant, it took a violent and draconian tone, especially against women, prompting her parents to flee to the states. Her dark complexion and European hair and bone structure made her a unique beauty, with a nice bust to show off. She originally intended to become a writer, but she had great luck with the camera. But now, her bewitching visage was dimmed from the conflict in her heart. Her journalistic instincts told her to do whatever it took to get the scoop, but part of her didn’t want to know what was going japanese on. 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Countless newbie journalists had met their end because they had more courage than brains. Like them, while she didn’t have any answers, but she had a chance to find some. General Burns, he was in charge of the whole operation. Meticulous, dedicated, and professional, he was everything one would expect of someone in his position, and his pepper hair and mustache were like a billboard describing his position in the military. But through a lot of digging and investigating his home life, Nayara had discovered that he had a secret love for the sauce. and secured to the floor. "Gotcha" And I hurried out side. of his undies like a tent Summer noticed me looking and made eye contact with me as she freed his cock from his pants and This chapter was a bit harder then I thought it would be. He just shook his head as he amateur thought about what to do with Alexis. “The woman in the first shop seemed rather embarrassed, though I did enjoy flaunting my naked suntanned body. 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