The area was silent. The long green grass rippled in the wind, with tell tail wisps of smoke drifting up from behind one of the hills half a click in front of them, indicating a nearby AA gun emplacement. Stahl strode out after them, sword gripped tightly in his right hand, a look of cold determination on his face.
There was no honour in what had just happened. Delta squad, along with instructor Fanrico, had been blown out of the sky without a chance to see combat. He silently vowed to make the cowards pay.
"Gamma squad, take up position on that hill and give covering fire. Beta squad, with me. Dane, get moving."
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Ash looked around him. He was alive, and conscious again. His transport had lost it's rear end, and had gone down hard. From what he could tell, they'd crash landed on the Western shore of the spit. The pilot was dead, the cockpit a mangled mess. Delta squad, on the other hand, had fared better, the tough armour protecting them from a similarly crushing fate.
He looked out of the wreck of the transport, his head still spinning slightly from the impact. The fire was subsiding, the fuel tanks being safe for now. However, on the horizon, he saw half a dozen dots. They were moving in on them.
They had company.
Edited by: Jak Snide
at: 7/28/02 5:52:51 pm