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The Fire

アーティスト:Beau  アルバム:When Butterflies Scream 

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A frozen winter morning; there's frost out on the field. Security is paramount. Orders are unsealed. "It's always them; the bosses. They all deserve a kick, Changing round the roster for the buggers going sick! Christmas Day, and stuck here in a bunker underground? Everyone at home is back there, gathering around The Fire..." The operator shifted; "There's something on the screen!" His hand moved to his mouth and he popped a Benzedrine. "Maybe soon I'll get some sleep!" - he'd been awake for days - "Meantime, there's a job to do." The flickering displays Skittered tales of armaments and altitude and time. Standing Orders made it clear: "Do nothing that will prime The Fire! "As of now, the information isn't quite complete; Eighty-five percent, and we're at twenty thousand feet. I'd say it's now or never; but then, it's not my call. Facial recognition's been no bloody use at all! 'Scuse my French, I didn't mean to sound so impolite. You give me the go-ahead, I'm ready to ignite The Fire." "Eighty-five percent? Is that


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