Ash looked over his remaining men. Three students, all male, armed with a variety of hand to hand weaponry. Delta team, which had been twice the size of any other squad, had been created as an assault squad. But after the casualties, Fanrico wasn't sure if they could cut it.
"Ash, you should head to staging area B."
Ash looked over his shoulder, towards Stahl who was walking off in the direction Dane and the others had gone.
"I have some students to evaluate."
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Slyph quickly got into the spare set of clothes, now looking respectable and far less conspicuous.
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A few minutes later, the chef walked out of the kitchen again, carrying a plate of soup with a half loaf of brown bread on the side.
"Here," he said as he placed it down on the table, "it's all I could get you due to the other cooking. Anyway, have a nice meal."
And with that, he turned around and headed back towards the kitchen, probably with work to do.
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Upon inspection of the dead, Navin realised that it hadn't been a missile that had got this place. The bodies were riddled with bullet wounds, most in the upper body and head area. One corpse had it's entire body above it's shoulders blown away, most likely the result of a shotgun blast. The remains were splattered over the ground behind the corpse. The others with him were greeted with the same sight, and noticed the lack of any corpses that weren't of rebel soldiers.
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Nale also knew what had killed these men, but not due to his eyes. He could smell the gunpowder in the air, as well as a faint whiff of something... plastic explosives. That's what had destroyed the gun emplacements. Besides the familiar smells of his squadmates, he couldn't smell the scent of anyone else who was still in the land of the living. Whoever had hit this place had done so at least an hour ago.
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Shasti soon found what she was looking for. At the rear of the gun emplacements was a small bunker, probably housing the trajectory correction systems. She peeked inside, and was greeted with a sickening sight. The area near the door was coated in gore, scorch marks outlining the red mess. Someone had popped a grenade inside, and splattered the poor sods all over the walls. It didn't look like there'd be any survivors.
Still, the computer seemed to be intact, albeit with a smear of blood on the monitor. She could see it was also booted up and working, recognising the program on the screen as the Mhern ABC (Artillery Barrage Coordinator).
Edited by: Jak Snide at: 9/5/02 4:50:45 pm