http://www.baen.com/rock\_meet\_hard\_place Original Fiction, Novella, Science Fiction: Jimunaizhen, North China “Target is moving.” I took my hand off the sand sock that I had crammed up under the bolt gun's buttstock and picked up the phone. “Roger,” I said, holding it up to my face, without taking my eye off the scope. Cell phones, even in this shithole, got lost in the traffic a lot more easily than tac radios.