The Swan's Song.

Chapter 30

A little bit of an authors note, but I simply want to check in with you all and give you some insight into my life. I'm doing much better now, recovering from a truly 100% pleasant sinus infection.

Working as a police officer has been fun and rewarding. It's also been quite harrowing. Some things are great. Many things are quite horrible.

All I will say is that apathy is a hell of a drug. It really is, so much so that it can be an issue.

A great thing to have tucked away in my heart, if you will. I had an Official Swan's Song Theory Iceberg made, but some of the stuff was a bit too on the nose. Sometime later.

The only theories you all can get for now is "The Swan's Song is written from the inside of a patrol cruiser" and "The story is a way for the author to cope with what he goes through as a cop."

Regardless, y'all enjoy the chapter! Thus, it begins the start of a new arc. Site 12 is coming soon.

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"Site 12, as confirmed by satellite image and word of mouth from Furled Fist Soldiers, is a power substation on the border between New Mexico and Colorado."

Izzy sat and watched as Brixley gave her briefing on what she assumed was going to be their next mission. In the War Room, or Intelligence Room as some would call it, everyone was gathered.

"Site 12 has been confirmed to have hostile presence, as well as a smaller facility used for unknown purposes. We have been going over recent imagery and videos, and it's fairly... passive." Said Brixley. Izzy raised a brow.

"Passive? What do you mean by that?" Asked Ana. Brixley looked behind her to the large screen which displayed the satellite image view of the facility.

"It's sleepy. There's not a lot of movement. Never has been and never was. Now, we have confirmed footage of human's being moved through there." Said Brixley. Izzy watched as a building at the site highlighted red and zoomed in.

It looked to Izzy like a large aircraft hangar, and she watched as a few large troop transport trucks rolled up to it and began to offload humans.

The humans then went into the hangar from the top down view and that was where they were last seen.

"We see the humans enter, but they don't come out. We speculate subterranean constructions. What they're doing in there, we don't know." Said Brixley.

Suddenly, the screen zoomed out and then hovered over Northern Colorado before zooming in. Another outpost, roughly the same size as the outpost that they all cleared out, came into view.

"Site 12 is within our grasp, but simply after this little place. This location, referred to as 'Outpost Yankee,' is our next focus. Files and documents gathered from the first outpost has provided us with more locations and names among other things." Explained Brixley.

A picture of an anthro popped up on the screen, a female serval in black fatigues. Izzy noted that the photo was taken at long distance and through some brush.

"God favors the APG Scouts... always did take some good photos, though." Thought Izzy. The APG Scout Training School produced some of the finest covert operators who worked well behind enemy lines gathering intelligence.