Summers of Yesteryear Excerpt from Chapter Three

Agent Jesse studies us with the perfect poker face of calmness. “The next part of the drill. What do you do when something like that happens?”

Mickey smacks Tim on the arm. “Run for the hills! Run for the hills!”

Jesse frowns. “Not exactly the answer I’m looking for.”

Alex raises his hand slightly. “Look for survivors?”

“No. First you make sure you are not in immediate danger. From flames, smoke, debris, or toxic chemicals- anything.”

Sheila glances around, as of expecting a fire goblin to jump out at her. “Are we?”

Jesse’s face doesn’t so much as twitch, but I know he has to inwardly cursing the people who put him in charge of training a bunch of teenagers. “You are safe. That was just a demonstration from our scientists.”

As if summoned, Joan appears, carrying a giant flame-thrower over her shoulder.

Tim shakes his head. “Lies. When Joan has a flame-thrower, there is no safety for anyone.”

Agent Jesse turns to Miss Joan and frowns at her equipment. “That’s all we need for this drill.”

Miss Joan glances between her equipment and us, as if calculating the pros and cons of not being a homicidal maniac.

A breeze whips at my hair and clothes as Tim really does take off running for the hills, Mickey and all.

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