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A brand new Operation for Delta Green. 

The town is small. It huddles in low arroyos, yucca, pits, and plains of the Arizona desert. It's not near anything, anymore, but once it was next to the Naval Medical Annex at Fly Field. The people who worked in the annex lived in the town. The janitors and clerks and doctors all called the town their home, and for two decades, the town blossomed.

Now, that flower has faded. The annex is closed, the highway bypassed the town, but still, it has managed to hang on. Now, 636 people call the town their home, working for the lone enterprise there: Marine Corps Publications.

Outside, black flattop, sun devils and nothing waits for them, each and every day. Few ever leave.
Something evil has stirred and holds them in check. It once lived in a tank at the

Naval Medical Annex, but now, it haunts the area like the thin clouds which cover the sky each morning, turning the sun blood red. Sometimes, it is thick and choking. Other times, it's a skein so barely there it's easy to forget it exists at all.

The evil settled in as the years went on. Fly Field became Yuma Army Airfield, then Yuma County Airport, then Vincent Air Force Base, then Yuma Air Force Station, and then, finally, Marine Corps Air Station Yuma. The evil found the bones of every resident of the town and is sewn into the fabric of every child born there.

It's there, and to the locals (although they don't know it) above all, it's familiar. The evil remains. It's found a place in the minds of the town. It squats and watches and sometimes makes them do things. Horrible things.

It punishes them. It punishes them for how it was punished in those tanks at the annex.

After all, no one is innocent. They have many crimes to atone for, out there in the dust.