Milites Noctes, Part 4
XIII. The climb burned the last of their gas. Hand over hand. Boots catching on rungs. Maintaining a precarious balance. 60 pounds of gear on their…
Milites Noctis, Part 3
XI. A light haze still surrounded them. No sign of the rest of the squad. Until ahead of them stood a man waiting. Dressed in olive green BDUs, he…
Milites Noctis, Part 2
VII. B3. A collection of utility rooms and conduits that was straight out of the 19th century. The air smelt of metal rot and urban bilge. They…
Milites Noctis, Part 1
I. The air smelt of burnt cordite. The squad leader, a solid square of a man named Sgt. Jamison, had shouted “Contact!” He and SAW gunner PFC…
