Jordan stared intently out into the deep desert. Unease etching a map further into her sun-creased forehead, dark eyes examining the desolate dunes surrounding her small patrol.
Sand-scratched vision restlessly probing for any sign of booby-traps or ambush.
The damn Byouthi tribesmen could wait silent in the sand, immobile for days, buried inches below the surface of the desert. They emerged only when the Empire soldiers relaxed.
Once the sentries were posted and the. . .