Sergeant Greaves knew the enemy had come this way; the tracks had been smoothed by the desert winds, but the disturbance to the sand was still visible. A large group of men and machines had been here, but when? He flicked on his temporal lens and scanned back through the last 48 hours.
There they were! He could see them passing through the canyon a little under 36 hours ago. A contingent of around fifty men on foot, with supplies mounted on sand-lamels. The caravan was pointed by two heavily armoured DTVs and a large cuzuk followed behind.
One of the sand-lamels lurched right by him. Had he been stood there 36 hours previously it would have stepped right on his foot. Riding atop the animal and draped in a grey shawl was a man Greaves knew very well…
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Written by Mark Ball
Artwork by Geoffroy Thoorens