Scorpion’s Sting
Scorpion Flash Fiction #3
“How long will that hold if the Trackers find us?”
Aubrey Carter cast a dubious eye on the trapdoor at the top of the stairs, dreading the answer.
Sheila and Garr exchanged glances. The Colonel gave Aubrey a rueful grin. “How long does it take to unwrap a Christmas present?”
“It’s only meant to be camouflage,” Sheila said. “It was never intended as a barricade.”
Aubrey drew a shaky breath. She’d expected their response, but having her suspicions confirmed was still unsettling. “Thanks for a straight answer.”
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