Canary
Fog duty. It was his turn to go. Had it been twelve months already? He'd only gone three times before and the first was before they had implemented the draft. No one volunteered anymore. Everyone who was able played their part whether they wanted to or not. It wasn't long after it had started, that first time. He remembered a curiosity as morbid as it was insatiable. Once someone had gone out there and come back he knew it was an experience he had to have for himself. A young man with little attachment and a daredevil streak. The perfect candidate. They went out always in groups of three, each tethered to one another by a steel cable that trailed to base several thousand feet behind. The suits were specially built with a Kevlar overlay and a mounted flashlight and camera on both sides of the visors. He felt like Iron Man inside it. He felt impervious, at least he did then. Now he was older, now he knew better. That first trip ended with his co-worker tripping, falling on his fa...