Extinction Machine

Chapter Five

Shelton Aeronautics

Wolf Trap, Virginia

Thursday, October 17, 10:45 a.m.

Then we turned and looked at the building. At the lights, the open door. The utter silence. The thermal scans had told us that there was a mass of heat signatures on the top floor. Bug had thought there was interference from the structure because the signatures were fading.

But that wasn’t it and as we stared up at lights we all knew what it was.

The thermals were fading because body heat diminishes after death.

Bunny said, “Oh, man…”

We didn’t want to go inside. We knew what we’d see.

We went in anyway.

I wish I could say that there were no surprises, but …