The Storm (Excerpt)
By Moe lester. A man in his fifties wearing a military uniform asks another, “Have we got the prevailing wind data yet, corporal?” “Yes, colonel,” the younger man barks. “It’s heading North-East, there’s a large low pressure driving it, a storm system, with possible tornadoes.” The colonel frowns and pulls up some data from another computer nearby. “Tornadoes? Shit, son, this is the biggest cluster fuck any of us will see in our lifetimes.” The corporal shrugs; he knows the
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