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Unto the Breach--PrologueApril 30, 1989Unto the Breach--Prologue by Atomic-Chinchilla
The rain fell steadily in the dark, lamp-lit streets of St. Turner, Texas. A black limousine was parked oddly in a grove of apple trees, barely visible in the fading half-light of dusk. Inside the vehicle sat a very refined-looking woman in an elegant black dress. She looked out the window into the rain, then glanced at her watch.
"He isn't coming," she sighed. As if on cue, the hum of an engine faded into her ear. Across from the limousine came three black vans with another limousine in tow. The vehicles drew to a halt and men in black suits emptied out of them, carrying and setting up strange apparatuses in a ring around the edge of the grove.
The woman snapped her fingers commandingly. At her signal, the limousine's driver exited the car, came around, and opened her door. Extending an umbrella, the woman left the vehicle and walked across the orchard to the opposite limousine; as she passed the equipment, the sensors picked up odd signals from her. The men, how
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