the notepad “REMOTE 1 - BLUE BUTTON”, then looks back up at the sky to claim a few more drops of moisture.

Steve: Here comes the rain… I’ve always wanted to say that line at a moment like this.

The sound of grenades launching, distinct to a trained ear, can be heard in the distance and he takes off in a sprint down along the river bank. The explosives sprinting just as silently through the dark night sky. Only the short rapid bursts from the heavy machine gun out-screams the chorus of grunts and yelps from the onrushing swarm, as if the gates of hell had opened up and released all of its horror for a moment.

Almost as if planned the clouds let lose their contents in a torrent, the first sudden