“Aren’t you afraid they’ll tell about you? That I’ll tell my superiors in the military?”
“I can’t stop you, Captain. I think it would be a mistake on your part, but I certainly can’t stop you.”
“You could kill me.”
“I could. I won’t.”
The man was trying to stay calm, but Roland could smell his anger, his confusion. “I don’t understand you.”
“No, but I understand you, Captain. I know your type, as it were. We’re a lot alike.”
“How do you figure?”
“When you’re out in the field, you do what you are told, you follow your orders and you accept what your conscience will allow you to accept. You live by the rules of the military organization and you fight for what you believe is right. And I’d lay odds that if one of your men is killed in combat you go through all of the proper paperwork and you handle the phone calls to the soldier’s family yourself. Am I right?”
Fulford nodded.
“I do the same thing with my people. I care for them, I give them their orders and I handle whatever crisis comes my way.” He paced, restless again. His kind was always restless. “Here’s the thing you need to know, Captain Fulford. Even if you told your military superiors that you had the perfect recipe for soldiers that couldn’t be stopped, even if you told them and they believed you, it would never work.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you think I’ve done some checking? Would you go into a new combat zone without at least looking at a map? There’s nothing to differentiate us from perfectly normal human beings. There aren’t any traceable markers in our cells and you can’t grow a culture on a petri dish that will give up the secret to why we are.”
“So what is it then? Magic?”
“That or something science still can’t quantify. I really don’t know.”
“Let’s change subjects. What happened to Cheryl and Mark’s kids?”
“They’re safe and at another house. We didn’t want them anywhere around you and Lassiter’s families. You don’t have to worry about them.”
They sat in silence for a few moments before Roland asked a question. “What would you have done in my situation, Captain? What would you have done if it had been Sarah, or one of your children?”
Fulford looked at him and answered immediately. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that. I would have killed all three of them.”
The wind caught the side of the building and pushed at both of them with an arctic chill. They stood outside together and waited for Scott Lassiter to come back and give them his answer.
Dear Reader,
We hope you enjoyed SNAFU: Wolves at the Door . Thanks for taking the time to read it. If you are interested in checking out our other military horror anthologies, there are two more already published and another due out in June 2015.
SNAFU: An Anthology of Military Horror
Featuring Jonathan Maberry, Weston Ochse, James A Moore, and Greig Beck, along with eleven other fantastic writers.
SNAFU: Heroes
Featuring four hard-to-find reprint tales from Jonathan Maberry, Weston Ochse, James A Moore, and Joseph Nassise.
SNAFU: Survival of the Fittest (July 2015)
Featuring S.D. Perry, Weston Ochse, Bob Mayer, Jeremy Robinson & Kane Gilmour, and Joseph Nassise
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Geoff Brown and Amanda J Spedding – Editors
Also From Cohesion Press
Horror:
SNAFU: An Anthology of Military Horror – eds Geoff Brown & Amanda J Spedding
SNAFU: Heroes – eds Geoff Brown & Amanda J Spedding
The Gate Theory – Kaaron Warren
Carnies – Martin Livings
Sci-Fi/Thriller:
Valkeryn 2 – Greig Beck
Crime:
Dark Waters/Ronnie and Rita – Deborah Sheldon
Family:
Magoo Who? – Anne Carmichael
May I Be Frank? – Anne Carmichael
Guardian of the Sky Realms – Gerry Huntman
Coming Soon
SNAFU II: Survival of the Fittest
Blurring the Line – ed. Marty Young