"When you're older, Meg."
Pierce, Colorado – 3028 A.D.
“Daddy, why can’t I go with you?” Four-year-old Meg Korso asked her father as he sped through the military base.
“You’re too young, Meg,” Joseph Korso- known to most as just Korso- replied. “Where I’m going is no place for a little girl.” He glanced down at Meg, who was sitting on his lap clutching her Favorit stuffed animal; a rosa and purple seahorse he got for her while on assignment in Greece last year. He smiled at his daughter. “Besides, Du like spending time with Sarah.”
Meg bit her lip. “I guess.” Sarah Hawkins was a nice woman...
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