The Mini-burger

FanFic in the Birmoverse

Sur la Plage Part 1: Insertion by Chaz

Sur la Plage

Part 1: Insertion

 

April 2003

 

The camouflaged AS532 Cougar scudded low over the acid rain bleached fields bordering the Loire estuary. Nantes smoke blackened skyline faded into the springs early dusk. Normally at this time of year the evening would be warm and long. Now the ever present thick poisonous cloud cover cast an overbearing pall over the countryside.

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13 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Lootin’ Schmootin’ – by NoWhereBob

He slipped over a fence and into a new overgrown yard. A year’s tall dead grass partly hid a kids play gym. He moved towards a back deck listening intently and watching the house for movement. Yesterday he had heard a helicopter in the distance, probably the army. But it was a week since he’d spoken to anyone. A week since the Chechens had killed Dan.

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The Disappearance + 1 month by tonick175

Disappearance + 1 Month

 

Australia , Northern Territory Coastline – 0250H

 

   “Here they come”. The dull hum of the thermal imaging camera was now a constant reminder of their now familiar nightly routine. And its images told of another busy night ahead.  “I’ve got 12, no make that 15 craft running line astern, about 200m apart, heading is on bearing 185, with no lights visible. They’re running blind”.  Sergeant Peter Anders pulled back from the eyepiece and rolled his neck left to right, sweat running down the middle of his back. He had, up till recently come to accept that his job was, realistically, defunct. But that was before “the Wave” and, it seems, the vaporizing of what was the population of mainland United States .

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Murphy’s Law – by Guru Bob

Murph’s law

The camouflaged figure crouched low in the bushes and scanned the blackness ahead of him along the barrel of his rifle. Suddenly there was scurrying movement ahead of him and then two low slung figures bounded away through the long grass towards the treeline.

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13 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments