TuesDay Tales - Picture Prompt

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This week we have a picture prompt. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**

Mack stared out through the skeletal trees as he sipped his bottle of beer. It had been a long day at the shop. Fuck, he hated humans. His co-workers were no exception. He was glad to be home so he could enjoy his beer, finish up that rabbit he roasted the other night then get some shut eye before he got any calls.
His gaze rested on his tow truck, the words Bradshaw Towing roughly scripted across the door. Being this far in the swamp he would have thought he’d get one or two a month. Instead it was one or two a night. It was astounding how many stupid people drove into the muck to find alligators. It interrupted Mack’s sleep. One of these nights he was going to just let one of the buggers eat them instead of towing them out.
The roar of an engine tore him from his thoughts. Sounds like that didn’t happen out here or at least not that loud. He stood up and stroked his full, chocolate brown beard as he searched for the noise. He looked up and caught the underbelly of a jet as it streaked past overhead.
He didn’t set his bottle of beer down on the overturned milk crate before the boom shook the ground. A pillar of fire rolled through the air. He muttered a string of curses as he picked up the pace. There was no way in hell someone could survive that crash. And soon the military would be invading his sanctuary looking for answers. Fucking peachy.
Mack wove through the trees was he stomped through the standing water towards the burning wreckage. Even from this distance he could feel the heat on his skin. He hurried when his gaze fell on a delicate, pale hand.