“People! We have a mole in our ranks.”
Each uniformed man looked to each other.
Who could it be?
Soil fell from the ceiling as bombs landed upon the failing bunker.
Could it be a mistake of our disturbed, stressed captain? Was some poor unfortunate soul about to be dragged off to be tortured until he thrashed some answers out?
It wouldn’t be too long before we all died anyway. So why bother?
The captain removed a tiny brown hairless figure from the inside of his blue zip jacket. “He’s small, blind and can dig us out of this mess!”
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