Strixes

Eveyln XIX

Evelyn XIX

Evelyn Lescheres

Thirty Years Ago

The snow was coming down heavily, now that the storm had rolled in. At least it wasn't night, but the snow was too thick to get through. Not without the right equipment. Or an airlift, but with how strong the storm was, that might not be possible. Not right now.

The strix was weakened. She had been lit up with heat rounds, so even her recovery would be slowed. The perimeter that I requested had been established, so there was no way off these mountains. The strix was finished and if I was lucky, she'd figure it out soon.

We had made it clear that our goal was to capture, not kill. If she valued her life, hopefully, she'd surrender. And soon.

I could see the white snow piling up through the window. I hated going north. It was too cold and in the winter, the snow could pile up high. Port White was the furthest point north and the snow could pile up higher than me.

I flicked a cigarette out of the package. It was a disgusting habit, but it was