In a dark room strewn with cables running between dozens of radios, two men dozed in rickety chairs. Glowing dials twitched and the low buzz of static permeated by the occasional clicks emanated from the speakers while the clock on the wall inched its way closer to dawn. From somewhere outside, a screech like metal pierced the stuffy air.
One man opened his eyes and scanned the room. Sitting up, he lifted the large rifle that'd been resting upright against his thigh and leaned forward to tap his companion on the arm. With a sniff he awoke and looked over his shoulder. The first man got up and pulled a heavy revolver from the holster across his chest.
"Heard one of 'em outside." The second man took the handgun with a nod of routine acknowledgement. Rifle in-hand, the first trudged from the room to the heavy cabin door. With habitual caution, he stepped out into the crisp night air. A morning breeze swayed the trees that extended as far as the eye could see beneath a sky bright with star