![]() ![]() He’d almost certainly catch an ass-chewing from Pilcher. Every effort would be made to stop the creature from reaching town. But if it managed to scale the cliffs over the top of the razor wire, there’d be trouble. There was still a high-voltage security fence a half mile down the canyon. And there was a possibility that by the time he was ready to shoot, the creature would have passed out of his sight line. If he didn’t take the shot now, he’d have to range the target again. At a distance of one and a half miles, its head was no larger than a grain of sand. With the reticle set at 25x zoom, the creature’s ghostly silhouette popped against the gray of the shattered rock. Conditions were ideal-clear visibility, mild temperature, no wind. The sniper reached up to the scope, adjusted the parallax, and settled back in behind the focus. Its progression down through the boulder field had been slow and careful, stopping occasionally to sniff the remains of others like it. It had come over the cirque at daybreak, pausing as the first radials of sunlight struck its translucent skin. ![]() Mustin had been watching the creature through the Schmidt & Bender telescopic sight for the better part of an hour. ![]()
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