

http://www.baen.com/rock_meet_hard_place
Original Fiction, Novella, Science Fiction:
Jimunaizhen, North China
“Target is moving.”
I took my hand off the sand sock that I had crammed up under the bolt gun's buttstock and picked up the phone. “Roger,” I said, holding it up to my face, without taking my eye off the scope. Cell phones, even in this shithole, got lost in the traffic a lot more easily than tac radios.
Nothing here
¯\_(ツ)_/¯