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Excuse me,

David cut in.

But you

re wrong. That

s not where they

re gonna be.


And how do you know that, Carpenter?

Letsego asked.


I met with Titus Windham, at a mining facility on the light side. He had an entire office and command center there. More capabilities than a simple Klyston mine. I

m willing to bet that is the center of where they discovered the Titan technology. Windcorp and the Feds are going to be based there, right on top of the shit.


And do you know where that facility is?


Dee-Six-Alpha,

David said.

Gnasher took out his tablet and pulled up a map.

Mining facilities are named off of a grid

let

s see. Okay here we go. Here

s delta-six

Shit. That

s three hundred clicks into the light side. How exactly do you suggest we get there, Mr. Carpenter?


Sir, while the Peacekeepers may not have any friends left on this rock, I still do. Where are we right now?

Gnasher showed him the map.

So we are about eight clicks from the Dusk Zone. The closest city is

Haverford. I think I can make that work.


Make what work?

Letsego asked.


An old buddy of mine is in Haverford. He

s got connections. Even with the Feds locking down this place, he should be able to get us wherever we need to go.


Who is he?

Gnasher asked.


I used to serve with him. He now works as

a broker

for certain less than legitimate entities.

Letsego saw the confusion on the lieutenant

s face.

Mr. Carpenter

s day job is smuggling, sir.

He explained to the man, then turned back to David.

Can we trust him?


Don

t worry. He

s not a fan of Peaks, but he

ll take you guys over the Feds any day. Plus he owes me one.

David looked at Gnasher.

Sir, if you can get me to Haverford, I can get us the rest of the way.


We

ll need some wheels then,

he inspected the map.

There

s a mining supply station seven clicks southwest of here. Looks abandoned, but I

m willing to bet there

s a few rock crawlers still hanging around there. We

ll go there, commandeer whatever there is, and head for the Dusk Zone. Is that good with you, Staff Sergeant?


It

ll work, sir,

Letsego said.


As long as the Feds don

t kill our merry band first,

David added.

Gnasher grunted.

A smuggler, jarhead, and a smart ass.

He looked at Nobal.

Field sergeant, keep an eye on this one. Make sure I don

t shoot him before this mission

s over.

Nobal smiled.

Aye, sir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

26: Don

t Worry About That Little Guy

 

They made good time considering the wind and snow. With every step, the heavy boots of Letsego

s armor sunk knee deep into the white powder. His lungs labored through the task.

Gnasher

s men moved in a double column with first squad up front, third squad in the middle, and second squad taking up the rear, trading security for speed in this desolate wasteland. On flat, open ground Letsego guessed the rugged soldiers could cover the required distance in two hours. But the terrain and weather tripled that time.

He stayed close to the lieutenant at the middle of the column. Carpenter seemed to have little trouble keeping up with the brisk pace the ICARUs troopers set. Letsego was not fairing as well. He did his best to conceal the pain and exhaustion that he felt with every step. It had been many years since his days in the South African Army infantry, and he had to admit that life with Peacekeeper Intelligence had made him soft. He had sacrificed the physical endurance of sustained combat for the mental stressors of intel work. He was relieved when he heard first squad

s transmission.


Two-actual, this is Two-one. We have the objective in site. It

s about four hundred meters to our front.

Gnasher keyed his mic.

Copy, any signs of life?


Negative, not that I can see, but the storm is concealing half the compound.


Two-one. Take your squad up and recon the objective. If there are any contacts, Fed or other wise, stand fast. I say again, do not engage. How copy?


Solid copy, Two-actual. Two-one moving to objective.


Two-two, Two-three. Punch out security. We

re waiting for the go ahead from Two-one.

They lay in the snow. Letsego

s pain and exhaustion were replaced with frigid misery. The time ticked by as first squad completed its task. Even with the environmental unit in his armor, Letsego

s extremities grew numb. He forced the discomfort from his mind. None of the other Peacekeepers stirred as they waited. Even Carpenter was completely still as he lay on the blanket of snow. These were hard men.

Thirty minutes passed. Then forty five. Finally, his comm unit crackled to life.


Two-actual, two-one.


Send it.


Sir, there

s no sign of life up here. This place has been vacant for a while. But we do have multiple victors ripe for the taking.

This was good news. There were vehicles at the supply station. Letsego did not feel like walking another step in this ice box.


Roger. We

ll come up and join you.

Gnasher stood and waved his hand in an upward motion.

Everybody up. Field Sergeant, let

s get the hell out of this storm.

Soon, through the concealment of the blowing snow, Letsego could make out the faint outline of a series of buildings at the base of a large rock outcropping. The compound was devoid of life, save for the footprints of Sergeant Weilbacher

s squad leading up to it, which were quickly being erased by the storm. Stations like this dotted the landscape of the dark side, once serving as supply bases and transportation hubs for the mining facilities. Since the Colonial Wars more than half of them had been abandoned.

As Letsego trudged through the snow, he felt a faint vibration beneath his feet in the tundra. Then, through the howling of the wind, he swore he could hear the whine of engines.


Hit the deck!

Nobal

s voice echoed through his helmet speakers.

As the ICARUs soldiers all dove for cover, Letsego made himself one with the ground, embracing the cold. Seconds later, two gunboats bearing dark red and black markings zoomed by overhead, less than one hundred meters above the platoon

s heads.


Two-one, we just got buzzed by two Fed boomers.

Gnasher was pressed up against a rock ten meters from Letsego.

Do you have eyes on them?


Affirmative. They are holding course through the valley. It doesn

t look like they spotted you.

The seconds ticked by.

Shit. Two-actual, they

re coming back around.

Gnasher looked around at his platoon, which was scattered across a hundred meters of frozen tundra. Most of the soldiers were lying prone in the open.

Get to cover!

Letsego sprang up and sprinted for a rock outcrop nearby. He did not want to be caught in the open when the gunboats returned. He could hear them turning at the far end of the valley, the whine of their engines became louder once again. The intel operative knew the capabilities of every ship in the Federation

s fleet. In atmosphere, these gunboats were outfitted with chain and rail guns. Against fortified positions the ships posed little threat, but they could tear a platoon of lightly armored infantry apart. On top of that, each ship could carry a complement of fifteen shock infantry. If the Feds had spotted the platoon, Gnasher and his men, including Letsego, were in for a bad day.

He reached the rock, only to find Carpenter already taking cover behind it. The smuggler racked the bolt back on his rifle and then began feeding ammo into the underslung grenade launcher.

Good morning,

the man said.

No better way to wake up than a good old fashioned gunfight.

Letsego grunted.

I

d prefer a coffee.

He checked the magazine for his own rifle and then racked the bolt back.


Two-three,

Gnasher said over the radio.

Get your Pilum team ready. Once those bastards are in range, let fly.

Letsego peered around the rock. To his front, two Death Divers ducked out from behind cover, one of them hoisting a large tube to his shoulder. Down the valley, the glow of the gunships

engines lit up the darkness. They appeared to be moving slowly, searching for their prey. They soon found them.

The Pilum missile streaked from the launcher on the Diver

s shoulder toward the incoming craft. The right gunboat banked hard to the outside. The other one was not as quick. As it veered left, the missile careened into its path, detonating on the ship

s port weapons pod. The gunboat began trailing smoke, but it was still very much a threat.

Their prey revealed, the gunboats opened fire with their chainguns. The snow to Letsego

s front became stitched with bullets. He ducked behind his rock as more rounds peppered the granite. Then, with a whoosh, the gunships passed over his head.


Get to the compound!

Letsego was up and running before Gnasher

s words finished echoing through his ears. With all the energy he could muster, he forced his legs into action, sprinting toward the safety of the buildings. They were only two hundred meters away now, but in this snow, that was a lifetime.

Suddenly, more missiles streaked into the air, this time from the compound. Letsego flinched as the cracks of rifles echoed in front of him. First squad was covering their movement, engaging the gunboats. The gunboats fired back, targeting both the compound and the fleeing Divers. Rounds started impacting all around the open valley. Letsego ran faster.

A railgun round impacted close by. The force of the explosive tipped projectile sent Letsego flying. Dazed, he picked himself up from the snow. He ached but a quick inspection revealed that no shrapnel had pierced his armor.

A hand grabbed him by the arm.

Come on!

Carpenter shouted as he pulled him to his feet. Letsego barely had time to grab his rifle as the smuggler ushered him forward.

They continued to run. Letsego was still regaining his equilibrium after the blast, but he could see they were less than a football field length away from the compound. He forced his body into overdrive, his lungs and legs burning. Carpenter continued to hold him by the arm as they ran. Snow erupted around them as the Feds engaged. Sergeant Weilbacher

s soldiers continued to lay down resistance in the form of missiles and bullets from the compound.

Carpenter

s hand let go, but Letsego continued to run. Up ahead, in the doorway to one of the buildings, Gnasher was waving him forward. Fifty meters. Forty meters. Twenty-five. It seemed to take forever. At last he reached the opening, and entered into the relative safety of the structure.


Everybody upstairs,

Gnasher directed the men as they streamed through the doorway.

Set up defensive positions.

Letsego obeyed. He deferred to the man

s combat experience and climbed the stairs to the second deck. There he found first squad and portions of second and third laying down heavy fire.


We

ve got foot mobiles! Ten o

clock!

Sergeant Weilbacher yelled for all of the Divers to hear. In one of the windows, two soldiers manning a machine gun, aptly nicknamed the

buzzsaw

, traversed to the right, engaging the new targets.

Letsego took cover in a doorway. In one swift motion, he leaned out, took aim with his rifle, and dropped a Federation trooper. At the same time he surveyed the situation.

One of the gunboats sat on the valley floor, smoke rising from its engines. It must have made an emergency landing after taking one too many missile hits. The troopers and crewman from the ship appeared to be staging a hasty offensive against various ICARUs soldiers who had not made it to the safety of the compound. They were digging in fifty meters or so outside the walls, using whatever they could find for cover. To make matters worse, the surviving gunboats continued to make passes, allowing the Federation troops to advance.

Letsego looked around at the second floor of the compound. Spent Pilum launchers lay on the deck, all their rounds expended. There were twenty or so soldiers laying down fire from the building. Gnasher and Nobal were moving around, directing fire. That left about ten soldiers still unaccounted for.

Then Letsego realized he didn

t see Carpenter. He had not seen the man since the smuggler had helped him up during the mad dash back in the valley. Logic told Letsego that the smuggler could take care of himself, and that the Peacekeeper owed the man nothing. But Letsego also knew that the man was valuable in a fight. Where was he?

 

When David came to, he was on his back and couldn

t hear anything. His eyes were greeted by a large ICARUs soldier leaning over him. The man

s mouth was moving but no words came out.

Then, with a boom, a railgun round exploded nearby and all of his senses came back to him.


Sir! You need to get up right now!

the soldier was yelling.

David rolled over and got to his knees. Then he attempted to stand.

Only to be tackled by the soldier just as bullets cracked by his head.

Not all the way up, dumbass!

He helped David over to a rock to use for cover.

David looked around. He was still in the valley. The last thing he remembered was running with Letsego towards the compound. He must have been knocked out by one of those damn railguns. He peered over the rock. One of the gunboats had landed and now there were Federation troops pouring out of it, trying to flank his position. Fire was raining down from the compound, but soon the rest of the platoon would be unable to fire or risk shooting their own men.

Corporal Zeek was on the radio.

Sir, we can

t move. They

ve got us pinned down.


Damnit, Two-three! I can see it from here!

Gnasher

s voice shouted.

They

re trying to flank you. You need to punch out into the valley and cut them off. How many men do you have?

Zeek took a quick head count. It was clear to David that the man was overwhelmed with his new responsibilities as squad leader.

Seven, sir,

he said when he completed the count.


Zeek, you know what you need to do. Set up a base of fire and punch out to your left.


Aye, sir.

Zeek looked to the men around him. He hesitantly issued orders.

Okay, you two, set up right here. Keep those assholes

heads down. The rest of you, we

re gonna-

A bullet slammed into Corporal Zeek

s shoulder and his body flopped into the snow. David looked around, waiting for another soldier to spring into action, but none did.

I thought I was done with this shit
.

Medic!

David yelled as he scrambled over to the fallen corporal. The soldier who had helped him up followed.

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