ragulau

“strong team working solely on this special access program. This means only those around this table—and some hand-picked intelligence specialists and NSC officials—have access to this most sensitive of classified information.” Lieutenant General Black leaned forward and allowed his gaze to wander around the assembled faces. “Assistant Director Meyerstein’s word is law. She”
― J.B. Turner, Hard Kill

“wincing, as a scree of loose stone fell to the ground with a clatter. She thought Cameron might stand. Instead, he sat on the rock as if watching a sunset, in full view of the mothership. Piper finally found her voice. She reached up and took his wrist, tugging. But really, what did she think she would do? Drag him off, give him a concussion against the hot, baked ground? “It’s going to see us.” “It can already see us.” Jeanine piped up. “We haven’t seen any shuttles since leaving”
― Sean Platt, Annihilation

“snow-laden branches drooped down overhead and sharp twigs plucked at the puffy sleeves of his down-filled parka. It was a far cry from his usual postings, where the worst impediments were sunstroke and scorpion bites. Even though it was technically early afternoon, the sun was so dim that the light stanchions, positioned every few yards along the pathway, were all switched on, providing an eerie glow. As Slater approached the cemetery gateposts, scrawled with their anonymous plea to “Forgive me,” he glanced over toward the promontory where he could see Groves and a Coast Guardsman, cloaked in their own hazmat suits, repositioning a jackhammer to loosen whatever frozen soil still remained at the parameters previously demarcated by Kozak. The strips of wet sod that had already been removed had been laid, according to Slater’s instructions, neatly to one”
― Robert Masello, The Romanov Cross

“just stay away from her.” “Why?” “Just stay away from her--that’s all,” he said. He stared over the railing again. In the yard, birds were swooping down, landing on the lawn and pecking at the grass seed our mother had spread yesterday. It was no wonder why the lawn always had the scruffy look, with tiny bare spots here and there. You just couldn’t put down enough grass seed--there were just too many birds. On the landing the old man started to murmur,”
― Tom Upton, Fading Away