Chapter 102
In war,
there are no unwounded soldiers.
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—José Narosky
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MIKHAIL
The Sata'anic radio crackles as I turn the knob to listen in on their chatter. Outside the tent, the siren blares as the loudspeaker barks orders for men to man their battle stations.
"What's happening?" Firouz asks me, wide-eyed.
"I can't tell. I don't think it's about us."
The two men edge over to the tent wall, ready to disappear if a lizard should burst in to arrest us. The only reason we haven't done so is the steady march of boots and the loud, excited voices which filter through the thin tent walls. I gesture at Utbah, who went to the door to peek outside.
"What's going on out there?"
Utbah closes the door first before he answers.
"The Nephilim ship just flew overhead."
"Did it land?"
"No,
