Another Color of Hope (Chapter 1)

The air conditioners were on full blast in the Tactical Operations Center (TOC) despite the cold wind that whipped around the bottom of the tent flaps. The dozens of computers that were scattered around the room were kicking off so much heat that the soldiers were all in t-shirts. Remedy Jackson, one of the Division's intel analysts, sat with his feet propped up on a storage canister.

"Just had a hell of a dream," he said.

"I'm sure it was," said Lucas Fraser, the company's medic. He had his Unit One Pack spread out on a table in front of him. "Need some catheters, Celox and another chest seal," he mumbled to himself.

"Come on, man, you know you want to hear about it!"