Armageddon

by Erik Schubach

  I nodded. “It's my job.”

  The Sprite looked back the way I came as it licked its lips, contemplating my offer. Then it did the last thing I would expect a Sprite, which were flighty annoyances who looked out for only themselves, to do, and said, “I can show you where the screams came from.”

  Then it added quickly, “Not that I care what happens to another Big. Just if something happens to you, I'm stealing those MMGs you're carrying.”

  I snorted and patted my stunners, or Magic Mitigating Guns, as I pointed out, “Like you could even lift one, you flying rat.”

  It buzzed up and sat on my shoulder grabbing the edge of my helmet. “You've got a smart mouth for a Big.” Then before I could retort Graz pointed, “That way.” Then it muttered, “Shade means nobody.” I knew that, but like everyone else, we don't pick our own names.

  I sighed then started jogging in the direction it pointed. Gods... I hope nobody from the squad finds out I was taking directions from a Sprite.

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