“What the fuck!!” An explosion rocked the walls of the ruined building that Tech Sergeant Jonny Chiu and his squad were sheltering in.
“Don’t worry!” Jonny shouted over the din, his ears still ringing. “It’s just an RPG, it won’t penetrate the walls!”
The small team of marines seemed to relax a little though Alfredo Mancini kept returning fire from the upstairs window at an unseen enemy.
“How long till we get out of here sir?” Thorpe asked. The little New Englander always seemed keen to get into action, then fold when he got there. Jonny made a mental note to get him onto light duties when they got home. If they got home…
“We’re here to do a job, and last time I looked we were fucking Marines, we’ll go home when we’ve broken those Americans out of that hell hole they’re stuck in!!” A Hoorah came from several of the small band.
Jonny allowed himself a small smile. He’d worked with a couple of these guys for the last five years now and he knew how most of them ticked. He only wished he believed the hype himself. They were undermanned for this job and they didn’t have the kit to deal with those Banshee’s that were guarding the entrance to the Daedeck Technical Valley entrance.
The job had sounded simple during the briefing. A small five-man team led by Tech Sgt Chiu would drop into the Daedeck area and effect the release of 20 or so American citizens. Proceed to a pre-arranged evac point and get away. A 30-minute job, with no major problems.
It had started badly, strong winds and driving rain had meant they dropped nearly 8 Km away from the target and had to proceed on foot. The small Korean patrol they encountered had been neutralised quickly, though Mancini had taken a hit and they had time to call in.
Now when the team had arrived at the target they found a 20 strong FRT team and two GMC Banshee hover tanks, fitted with twin-linked HMG’s. This plan had gone to shitsville.
“What about blowing ‘em sir?” Asked Flash, the scout who had a fixation with demolitions.
“You wouldn’t get close enough!” Mancini called down. “Too many gooks around, they’d see you before you even got close.”
Jonny just nodded in agreement. He hadn’t wanted to do it, but hacking was the only way. He switched into his comm-link and the area’s matrix metaphor covered his perception.
He jumped back startled, ahead of him stood two gigantic Stone warriors, each clutching a huge Tetsubo style club, they snarled and leapt to the attack. Jonny decided to concentrate on lefty, he was uglier. Jonny loaded an intrusion program, opened his great maw and bathed the giant in silver flames, the creature fell away, clawing at its stone flesh. The other “Righty” leapt forwards sending blow after blow Jonny’s way. Jonny desperately threw himself out of the way, catching several blows. Then it started happening. The silver fire started eating into Lefty’s skin, his expression went blank then he started attacking Righty. Jonny grinned and returned to reality.
The scene was one of Horror, the Banshee on the right had lost control, spinning in circles colliding with the other spitting cannon rounds everywhere. It continued to spin like some grisly child’s toy. Mincing infantry and tearing the other Banshee to pieces before smashing into a reinforced wall and exploding into a maelstrom of fire. Jesus these mil-spec programs are hot stuff.
Jonny assayed the destruction.
“Job done, satis.”