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Skousen. “Figure out why this is happening.”
    The human’s voice was firm. “Bring me my notes.”
    “We don’t have time for this.”
    “Then give me what I want,” said Skousen.
    Once again Shon felt the impossible weight of his assignment bearing down on his shoulders, threatening to grind his bones to dust against the ground. Invade the island, subdue the humans, find the girl Kira, kill the humans, control the humans . . . and now silence. Morgan’s orders had piled up like corpses, and then she had found the girl and closed herself off, with no new orders at all. Shon was undertrained, understaffed, and completely on his own, and now the situation on the island was breaking down faster, and more catastrophically, than he could possibly keep up with. He nodded curtly to Skousen, promising the old man his notes, and raced to the decontamination chamber, where he and Mattson and the two arriving soldiers scrubbed themselves and their boots and their plastic bodysuits with sharp, harsh chemicals. Shon threw away his face mask with disgust and grabbed a new one before racing outside to talk to the rest of Chas’s patrol.
    What he found in the yard was not remotely what he had expected.
    The soldiers in the yard were braced in a wide semicircle, the Dogwood guards and the visiting patrol mixed together almost haphazardly, their rifles up and their sights trained solidly on some . . . thing  . . . in the middle of the open yard.
    Shon drew his handgun as he approached, staring in shock at the thing before him. It was man-shaped, at least vaguely—two arms, two legs, a torso and a head—but it was at least eight feet tall, with a broad, solid chest and thick, powerful arms. Its skin was dark, a kind of purplish black, and plated like the hide of a rhinoceros. Its fingers and toes were clawed, and its thickset head was the most inhuman part of all—hairless, noseless, with a jagged mouth and two dark pits for eyes, which watched them all silently. Shon drew even with the soldiers in the semicircle, his gun level, his mind barely comprehending what he was seeing.
    “What the hell is that?”
    “No idea, sir,” the soldier next to him breathed. “It’s . . . waiting for you.”
    “It talks?”
    “If you want to call it that.”
    Shon looked over his shoulder, seeing Mattson there with his own gun drawn. Shon looked back at the creature and swallowed, stepping forward. The thing watched him, never moving.
    Shon took another step and spoke. “Who are you?”
    “I am here to speak to your general.” The thing’s voice was deep, rumbling through Shon’s chest like an earthquake and reverberating in his mind with shocking clarity. It didn’t seem to have used its mouth at all.
    Shon reeled in shock. “How are you using the link?”
    “I am here to speak to your general.”
    “I am the general.” Shon stepped forward again, lowering his gun slightly to display his uniform. “You can speak to me.”
    Wide holes opened on the thing’s neck, sniffing like nostrils, or a blowhole. “You are not a general.”
    “Battlefield promotion,” said Shon. “All our generals are dead.”
    Shon felt a wave of confusion so crippling he nearly dropped his gun, and saw in his peripheral vision that the other soldiers were staggering under the same effect. He righted himself, trying again to project as much strength and confidence as he could.
    “What do you want to say to us?”
    “I am here to tell you that the Earth is changing,” the thing rumbled. It shifted its weight from one massive leg to the other, and still its mouth never opened as it spoke. “You must prepare yourselves.”
    “For what?”
    “For the snow.”
    The giant turned and walked away.
    “For snow?” Shon took a step to follow it, confused at the strange pronouncement, and even more so by the sudden departure. “Wait, what do you mean? Winter? What are you talking about? What are you?”
    “Prepare yourselves,” said the