He staggered onwards until his body loosened and he gained pace. Suarez, Silva and Corporal Evans were close behind. Their unit was allocated a small bunk room on the edge of the base that had not been used in ten years. As they approached, he could see Eli sat waiting for him on the steps leading up to the building.
“Sir, I have had both of your teams’ equipment moved here. You will find it stacked in the reception. Reiter told me to pass on the message that the new equipment is being checked over and prepared for your next mission.”
“Thank you, Sergeant.”
He turned back and nodded for the other three men to continue on past him. As they disappeared into the aging building, the Major turned to Eli. He wearily stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her hair as he thought how much he had in life that he didn’t want to lose. Although he couldn’t see her face, her eyes were wide and her expression of loss. She was expecting to lose him on this mission and nothing could hide that. Taylor pulled her back to look into her eyes.
“I don’t know what your mission is, and I don’t want to. Just promise me you’ll come back.”
“You know I can’t make that promise.”
“Try,” she snapped.
“I’ll do everything I can to make it back.”
She shook her head. All the death and destruction around her had pushed her to the point where she couldn’t bear the thought of any more losses. She looked up at him and spoke in a worried and shaky voice.
“When do you leave?”
“0100.”
She nodded, knowing that meant she had no choice but to leave him in peace.
“Is it all worth it?” she asked.
“What?”
“Do you really think we can be saved? That we can win this war?”
He grabbed her tight and pushed her out at arms’ length. Her body was limp and not her usual self.
“I don’t think we can win, I know we can, and it’s about time you starting thinking it, too.”
“I…I just can’t see it anymore.”
“We’re gonna make it through this. It may take us months, years or even decades, but we will win!”
She nodded rather unconvincingly. Taylor knew that the only thing that would change her mind was to see him return safe and sound from the mission. He pulled in close and kissed her. He prayed it would not be for the last time, but he was far from certain. The Major knew that if he ever shared his doubts with those he was in command of, then they would be as good as dead.
Mitch let go of Parker and watched as she walked away with a slow and sad stride. He thought back to the mission and that he had just a few hours to catch some much needed rest before they left. He turned and stepped up into the dormitory room. It had been cleaned for them earlier that day, but the paint was rough and the rooms empty. They laid out their beds on the bed frames, the only furniture left.
The building had previously been used as short term accommodation for a platoon during exercise on base. Sharing with the rank and file in open quarters was a far cry from the luxuries he had been afforded as an officer. After days spent in trenches and ruins, it did not bother him. The room was almost silent as the marines were mostly sat or lying on their beds. A small group in the corner played a sullen and quiet game of cards.
None of the marines had yet managed to get to sleep. He could see they were expecting to die that night and had little left to say about the matter. Taylor unclipped his belt and threw it down on the nearest bed that had already been made up for him. A number of the troops turned to acknowledge him but said little more than a mumble. He took a step back and waited for them to take notice.
“I know a lot if being asked of you, and I thank you all for volunteering. This isn’t the end for us. We aren’t going there to die. We’re going to blow that place to shit and watch it burn on the way home.”
The marines had turned to face him, but they remained silent.
“Sir, what do you really put our chances at? No bullshit,” asked Ortiz.
“I figure no different to any other day. Since this war began, I’ve been waiting to take the fight to the enemy, and to ram it down their throats. We’ve just been given the chance to take the first punch, to ram a nuke up their asses! I think that’s going to be something worth celebrating when we get back, am I wrong?”
Several of the marines grunted in agreement.
“Alright! Let’s catch some Z’s. I want every man on top form!”
“Oorah!” shouted Silva.
The called was bellowed back around the room as Taylor took a seat on his bed. He knew there was little chance of getting much sleep in the few hours they had, but he would take any rest he could get.
Taylor awoke to the sound of his alarm and several others ringing around the room. He felt clammy and weary, but he was surprised that he’d dropped off to sleep to begin with. Within five minutes, the marines were falling in outside. They could see lights silhouetting Eddie’s custom copter a few hundred metres away and a truck parked up beside it.
“Let’s move!” shouted Taylor.
They carried little equipment besides sidearms and canteens. It was a cold and clammy night but refreshing after the little sleep they had gotten. Aside from the vehicles up ahead, the base was silent. There were too few personnel to guard the interior, all personnel being diverted to the border to defend the west.
As they approached the copter, Taylor could see Eddie making a final visual check of his craft. Despite his haggard look, the Lieutenant never seemed to get tired. He was as bright and chirpy as any other day of the week.
“’Morning, Major!” he roared.
Reiter and several assistants appeared from the truck that was parked up. They wheeled racks of equipment out for the marines.
“Everything is ready for you, Major.”
Taylor turned back to the group. They had been drawn from two under strength platoons, and he had little idea how to identify them anymore.
“For the duration of this mission, the men under my command shall be Alpha. Those under Lieutenant Suarez will be Bravo. You know the plan and what you have to do! We need a volunteer to carry the nuke!”
One of the marines immediately stepped forward. He was a hulking man who had previously been equipped with the light-machine gun for his section due to his strength. The company knew him affectionately as ‘Sugar’. He stood taller than most and stronger than all of them.
“I will carry it.”
Several grunts of approval rang out as Taylor smiled at the enthusiasm.
“Let’s get kitted up!”
Within fifteen minutes the group were fully equipped and loaded aboard the modified Eagle FV. Nobody was there to bid them farewell but Reiter. It was a solemn departure for what they all knew could be the last mission they ever made.
As they lifted softly off the ground, Eddie put the power down and jolted the craft as it launched into a tremendous turn of speed. The marines were thrown about from the acceleration, but there was little space to move. They were packed shoulder to shoulder. The seats had been removed to allow such a capacity. Had it not been for the new engine, they would likely not have got off the ground.
Taylor was pressed up against the main door and could see the terrain below was zipping by. It was a relatively short journey to their destination, but it felt like hours. The Major fell into a daze as he mindlessly watched the blurry scenery from a small porthole. He snapped out of it hearing Eddie’s words.
“This is it!”
Taylor looked up to see the glimmers of alien craft flying by in the distance. They paid no attention to the copter at all. At any moment he expected them to turn and open fire. The forward thrusters kicked in and were drawing to a quick halt as the craft raced over the blast wall of the complex, quickly descended within.
“How on Earth did we make it?” asked Taylor.
“Guess they really are arrogant enough to believe that we aren’t all that clever,” replie
d Silva.
Taylor smiled. He wanted to believe that the enemy had underestimated them, but so far they’d suffered badly at the hands of the aliens. The copter rocked as it came to a rough and quick landing by the vast domed structure towering over them. The Major hit the door switch and gasped as fresh air flooded in. He stepped aside and allowed the marines to pour out and turned to Eddie.
“Remember we’ll be out of communication here.”
“I got ya, Sir. You’ve got three hours, and I’ll be here for you.”
Taylor nodded in agreement. It was a strict schedule to keep and didn’t allow much room to manoeuvre, but they had little choice. He watched as two of the marines hauled out the mining equipment that would normally require six to move. He turned back to Eddie one last time and gave him a salute before jumping from the door.
The marines watched as the copter lifted off and left them once again in darkness. Taylor turned to see that the tunnelling equipment was already active. He was surprised and relieved to hear that it was barely audible over the construction work going on there. He turned and panned around.
Eddie had put them down in a secluded site that had to be some kind of buffer zone between the defensive walls, as it seemed to serve no other purpose. The Major hoped that would mean there was a small chance they would be left alone. He turned back to the marines and whispered.
“Take up a twenty metre perimeter. Do not engage any targets unless absolutely necessary.”
Lights panned past above their heads as the enemy searched the skies for movement. The sound of passing fighters was almost constant. Taylor shook his head, amazed they had even got that far.
“I guess they don’t have night vision after all,” he said.
He looked up at the sets on the helmets they wore. The moonlight was providing more than enough at present, but they were glad of having them ready for when needed. After twenty minutes of digging, Taylor was already bored. Amongst the isolation of the area they had been deployed, it could almost be called tranquil.
The mining device was mostly autonomous, which meant there was little for the marines to do but ponder the horrors they might find inside. Taylor sat down on the edge of the hole the miner had burrowed into the ground, dangling his legs into it. He let his weapon lie across his legs and slumped. He relaxed as best he could and thought of Eli. He still had confidence they could win the war, but he doubted both of them would survive it. It was a miserable notion that he tried to forget by remembering of their time in Paris. He supposed it would no longer have its shine or be the place for a romantic weekend. Last time he had seen the city large parts were demolished. From what Chandra had told him, the enemy had in the days following finished off most of what was left.
He looked up to see Sugar sat on the opposite side of the hole with a grin on his face.
The huge marine was of Scandinavian decent, and his strong build and blond hair did little to hide it. Taylor thought to ask him what was smiling about, but he already knew. The thought of personally hauling a nuke into the heart of an enemy base appealed to him on so many levels. Taylor suspected he would have just carried the same without the exoskeleton. The bomb was a metre long and fixed onto his back on a metal frame.
“You know you can’t keep it?” asked Taylor.
Sugar’s smile widened.
“I don’t intend to.”
The group were startled by the sound of explosions in the sky and peered up to identify the source, but it was far off in the distance. They knew it was yet another aerial attack to try and strike the base they were at. Taylor wondered whether it was a diversion to further keep them safe, or if more pilots were simply being sent to the slaughter.
The two marines in the tunnel finally appeared at the opening. Taylor was expecting them to say they had finished, but he looked at his watch and realised that couldn’t be true. He looked down to see that it was time for the crews to switch. It was boring work keeping an eye on the tunnelling device, so they kept cycling the job to stay alert.
Phillips’ experts had estimated that it would be a two-hour job to tunnel the distance they needed, but it was still only an educated guess. Taylor felt that an entire day had passed when that time came. The thought that they were merely counting down the time to their execution made it last forever. Eventually, Sergeant Silva appeared at the entrance and tapped the Major on the leg.
“We’re there.”
Taylor looked down in relief.
“What’s the ground like?”
“We’ve come up between the foundations. There are a few inches of floor to get through, but that’s no problem.”
Taylor clambered to his feet and gestured for the troops to pile into the tunnel. The device had cut a perfectly round corridor underground, but it was shorter than any of the marines. They hunched as they entered in single file. The mining device had liquidised some of the tunnelled mud and compressed the rest into the loser surface soil, leaving little sign of its work.
Their boots squelched as they stepped further into the passage. They reached the end where the mining device had buried itself into the sidewall and out of the way. Taylor stopped and looked up to see the steeply angled path that had been cut up to meet the foundations. Simple steps had been carved into the climb.
“That’s a pretty damn fine job,” whispered Taylor.
He stepped back and allowed Evans to pass. The Corporal had the cutting device clamped ready onto the forearm of his exoskeleton suit. He climbed up the ten metre section of muddy stairs and placed one hand on the centre of the floor section. He couldn’t feel the texture through his gloves, but it looked similar in construction to concrete. Evans lifted the cutting tool and pushed it into the material.
The glowing hot cutting blade drove through with little resistance. He looked down with a smile. None of them were sure if they’d ever make it inside. He pulled the device around in an arc until the plate broke free. His armed wavered slightly as it took the weight. The Corporal was fully aware that the suit he wore was the only thing keeping him from being crushed. Evans pushed up gently and slid the cleanly cut oval shape of flooring aside.
“We’re in.”
Chapter 11
“Sir! What the fuck do we do now?” shouted Doyle.
Commander Kelly lay back against a stack of crates that made up the ruins of their defensive line. Light pulses flashed overhead, and the improvised wall rocked as it was continually struck by enemy fire.
“Sir! We’re getting killed out here!”
Kelly stared into the man’s eyes and then turned to see the lines of bodies. There were as many lying dead as were still in the fight. He looked back to Private Doyle and began to come to his senses.
“We can’t win, we can’t fight this. We have to fallback, we must…”
“Are those your orders, Sir?”
Kelly nodded. The Private turned and bellowed the commands across the lines. The Commander could see one of the men quickly relaying them down the wired line they had brought up with them. Kelly clambered to his feet and looked up and over the defences. Mech bodies lined the broad corridor and lobby, but a seemingly endless number followed in their footsteps. He turned back to the nearest soldiers.
“Fall back! Now!”
They didn’t wait another second, and he watched as what was left of the two companies fled for their lives. Their fight back had turned into a meat grinder with no advantage gained. Kelly prayed it had made enough of an impact to keep the enemy at bay for a few more weeks, but he knew their end was still coming.
Kelly ran past lines of dead soldiers until he reached the hidden blast doors that took them back down to the bunker. He was the last man through the door and quickly punched the lock. He turned to stare through the one way windows at the bodies they’d left behind.
“There’s no hope for us now.”
Martinez moved up to him. His face was bloody and partially burnt.
“There is always hope, but only if you stay
strong for all of us,” he whispered.
Kelly turned, looking into the Captain’s eyes. He knew he spoke with sincerity and was right. Kelly straightened his back and righted his shoulders. They were not dead yet.
The last of the marines climbed up into the foundation of the vast enemy dome. Taylor looked around to see they had come up into a storage area. Huge barrels were stacked from floor to ceiling along the sidewall. The ceiling was three metres high, and the entire structure appeared to be metallic. It had a cold feeling to it. Light blue ambient lighting emitted from the edge of the ceiling.
Nobody said a word or moved. All thirty men stood silently as they listened to everything around them. They could hear the sounds of construction, grinding and other power tools. Taylor nodded in satisfaction, thinking they must be a long way off completion. They all looked to the Major.
Their orders were simple. They all knew their target was at the very centre of the dome, and the only thing that mattered was delivering the bomb safely to it. Taylor looked around at the exits to the room which were at opposite ends of the large floor space. He pointed towards one, gesturing for the others to follow. He didn’t know where he was going, but none of them did.
Taylor reached an exit and peered cautiously around into the corridor beyond. Despite the sound of movement in the distance, there was no sign of any hostiles. He continued on, confident that his marines were close behind. For ten minutes they walked carefully through empty corridors. The GPS devices on their suits constantly logged their route so that they could retrace their steps to the tunnel, but few were confident they’d ever make it out.
As they took another turn, Taylor stopped abruptly at the sight of one of the creatures. He quickly held up his hand to halt the troops at his back. He peered around the corner to see that it was a single target. The creature sat with its back up against one of the large barrel containers they had seen previously. It was enthusiastically digging into some kind of food container.
The creature was wearing no armour, just a skin tight bodysuit with various electronic devices built in, and there were no weapons in sight. He appeared to be only a construction worker. Taylor looked back, relaying the information through hand signals. He gestured for them to stay put. They couldn’t continue without neutralising the beast, but neither did he want to risk alerting their presence.
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