Battle Earth IV (12 page)

Chandra watched in astonishment as the Commander shook his head in response.

“No, but you are the most successful. Enemy resistance is being found all over in the lands which were the fighting grounds of this war.”

“That’s half the bloody world,” she said.

Phillips nodded.

“Taskforces have been set up all over to try and deal with them. There are two other units like you in France alone. Some have had it a lot worse.”

“How much worse?” Taylor asked.

“Enough to cause some of those units to be withdrawn from service and have to be replaced. The war may be over, but we are still burning through troops.”

Taylor moaned. “You’d think it was time the French Army took over the job in its own country,” he spat.

“That may well be so, but there are too few of them left as it is. This country needs our help just as much as ever. After all, what was the point in fighting, if we were just going to leave them to the wolves at the very end?”

“I thought we were fighting for our survival, not for France.”

“That’s enough!” shouted Chandra.

Phillips could not bring himself to discipline Taylor for his outrageous behaviour. Not only did he support Mitch’s opinion, but also fully appreciated the fact that they were the ones having to do the fighting.

“We know everything there is to know. Every second we waste here now puts further lives in danger. With your permission, Sir, we’re moving out.”

“Good luck, Major, to both of you and all of the Company.”

Taylor nodded as a thank you. He had calmed once it became apparent there was nowhere left to vent his anger.

“Let’s move,” said Chandra.

The two officers pulled on their helmets and rushed out of the room to find the copters loaded and ready to go, just as Chandra had requested. Jones stood on the entry ramp to one, beckoning for her to join him.

“I’ll see you on the ground!” shouted Taylor.

He split off and rushed for one of the other copters where he could see Parker waiting for him. Even before his foot was through the door, the engines were roaring to life. He leapt into the craft and slumped in a seat that had been left for him. Parker rested down beside him as the thrusters lifted them off the ground.

“Guess this is the same as last time?” she asked.

“Pretty much.”

He looked to the rest of his platoon who barely seemed to care for further information, but he was going to tell them anyway.

“Listen up. We’re going in hot, hotter than our previous mission. As to be expected, we’ve got barely any intelligence for the area and little understanding of what faces us. All we do know is that civilian and local forces are on the ground and having a hard time. Air support is unfeasible due to friendlies held up beneath the enemy positions.”

“Beneath them?” asked Clark.

“Some kind of bunker, and that’s all we know.”

“Great. So we can’t flatten it, we have multiple civilians involved, and a dug in enemy?” replied Lam.

“You got it,” replied Taylor with a smile.

It was a short journey to Dijon when they were in the air, but it was yet another tedious trip in a post-war environment that seemed more miserable and desperate than the hardships that preceded it.

“Landing in five!” called Rains over the intercom.

Taylor opened his mouth to speak but was instantly silenced as their copter took a heavy impact, jerking them harshly.

“Incoming, incoming!” Rains shouted.

Their copter took quick evasive action and banked heavily as the engines roared to full power. Taylor felt his heart stop at the realisation that this was already not going to be half as simple as he’d hoped.

“We’ve got pulses incoming. I can’t shake ‘em!” Eddie called out.

A second later, the ship rocked again even harder, and a hole ripped through the fuselage. They were fortunately at a low enough altitude that they stayed in their seats.

“This is echo five, we are going down. I repeat, going down.”

Taylor could feel they were descending quickly, and Eddie was having a hard time getting the nose up as they plummeted towards the ground. He looked around at the other marines and could see there was little fear in their faces. No one cried out in fright or panicked. They knew their fate was out of their hands. They expected to hit the ground at any minute, but then the copter rocked back as thrusters kicked in. It was not enough to slow their descent completely, and just a few seconds later they crashed through the outer wall of a vast industrial complex.

Taylor grasped the grab handles tightly beside him and held Parker with his other hand as their transport smashed down to the ground and slid fifty metres along the ground, smashing everything aside in its wake. Sparks flew several metres high either side of them until they finally rocked to a sudden halt.

They looked around at each other in astonishment, not one of them had been injured. They could do nothing for a moment but remain in their seats in shock and disbelief. Eddie leapt into the cabin with a smile on his face.

“Well, holy shit, that ain’t the most graceful manoeuvre of my career.”

Taylor and Parker began to laugh reservedly until the rest joined them. The Major got to his feet and reached forward to shake Eddie’s hand.

“Damn fine flying, Lieutenant.”

“Really? Where’d you learnt to fly?”

“Joking aside, you just saved our asses.”

“I’ll remind you of that.”

“I’m sure.”

Taylor strode to the door and hit the release button, but it didn’t respond. He lifted his leg and kicked with the force of his exo-suit, and the door burst from its mechanism and slid out across the concrete floor outside. He coughed for a minute as thick dust filled his mouth. As it cleared, he looked out across the plant floor and could see the body shells of hundreds of cars and the wake of many more that they had trashed.

“Eddie, the insurance companies will love you.”

The Lieutenant reached the door and jumped out with the Major to walk among the wreckage. He spun around, marvelling at his work until a broad smile appeared on his face once again.

“It’s okay. They’re French cars, so they were scrap to begin with!”

Taylor chuckled as he leapt from the door and landed with a heavy thud on the hard floor.

“As for my baby, look at her!” shouted Eddie.

“Any chance of salvaging the work you have done?” he replied.

“Salvaging? Fuck yeah, you think I’m gonna leave this marvel of technology for the locals?”

Taylor tapped his intercom.

“Major Chandra, please come in.”

There was no reply for a moment, and he quickly repeated his request as the troops flooded out of the crash site.

“This is Chandra. We thought you were goners, Major.”

“Close to it, but we’re still standing.”

“Any casualties?” she asked.

Taylor shook his head in surprise. “Amazingly, no. We’re ready to continue on mission.”

“Got it. The other bird went down hard. We’re at the crash site now. Two dead, eight wounded.”

“Fuck,” Taylor whispered to himself.

There was silence for a moment as Chandra stepped out of earshot of the troops, so she could talk more privately.

“Mitch, this mission must go on. With defences like this, there must be something damn important down there. We’ll be a little while here attending to the wounded. You’ll have to get yourselves to Dijon. We’ll be with you ASAP.”

“Got it.”

“And, Mitch, watch your arse. This is not the Troyes mission. Maybe that drew us into a false sense of security. We’ve already lost people over this, so let’s not loose anymore, hey?”

“I hear you.”

“Good luck, Major, we’ll see you shortly, over and out.”

He turned and looked up to see that Eli had been stood behind him listening.

“In the shit as usual, then?”

He nodded as he lifted his Mappad and identified their location in relation to the city.

“Alright, everyone listen up!”

Taylor looked out to see they were already awaiting his orders as they marvelled at the wreckage of the copter they had crash-landed in. The fuselage had been ripped apart when it crashed through the car production lines and machinery. He looked at the twisted wreckage for a moment and turned back to them.

“Major Chandra is assisting at the other crash site. We’ve got two dead already, and this fight hasn’t even started yet. For now, we’re on our own. We’re about forty kilometres out from our destination and without transport. This mission does not stop because we hit a complication.”

None of them showed any sign of surprise by his orders. He could see in their faces that more than anything they wanted their pound of flesh for the losses they had already suffered.

“Parker, find us suitable transport that’ll get us all to Dijon ASAP.”

“Not gonna be easy.”

“Appreciated, do what you can.”

“On it,” she replied.

She nodded to her platoon to follow her as they headed for the nearest exit in search of wheels.

“Eddie, you’re gonna have to come with us. You got gear with you?”

“Armour and a rifle, but nothing like the shit you use.”

“It’ll do, gear up and be ready to move.”

“Always wanted to join the Marine Corps,” he jested.

Taylor nodded in gratitude as the pilot’s laid back and lax attitude seeped away and was replaced by a professional soldier.

“Sir?” asked Lam.

“Go.”

“Even if Sergeant Parker can find a vehicle, how are we going to make it through on the ground? It’s taken us days to clear some roads.”

“True, but civilians are clearly getting through to Dijon. We’re north east of the city, and the roads we’ll be using must have already been made passable.”

“And the bird?” asked Williams, pointing to the crashed copter.

“We’ll leave it to recovery crews. We can’t destroy something so valuable. I doubt anyone will come looking for it yet. Remember, we aren’t in hostile territory anymore. These are free lands.”

“Could have fooled me,” snapped Lam.

Taylor nodded. “I know. But remember, there’s a big difference between fighting an insurgency and a war. If anything, this is what we did have experience of before the war started.”

Rains leapt from the wreckage with his body armour half on and a rifle in hand. His bandana was still firmly around his head, and Taylor could already tell it would be futile to ask him to remove it.

“Alright, outside now. Let’s see what Parker has got us.”

They marched out of the complex to find Parker’s platoon stood around an articulated car transporter. Thick dust and dirt coated the polymer body of the cab, and they could see rust bubbling down much of the steelwork of the frame of the trailer.

“Jesus, you couldn’t find anything smaller?” yelled Rains.

Parker spun around.

“It’s the only thing left on site that works, or at least we hope works. Looks like it hasn’t been used in a few years.”

“Few years? Shit, I haven’t seen one of these in a long time,” replied Eddie.

She stepped aside to reveal two of her unit working on a side panel of the truck. A few seconds later, the engine fired up. The bodywork shook as the old engine rattled on its mounts.

“Jesus, that thing even going to make it?”

“It’s fuel cell driven by the old b-cells, Lieutenant. The reason we can get the fuel, is it’s the only thing nobody else would want around here. The old building heaters run off it, but that’s about it.”

“I’d call it a stroke of luck, but that would be pushing it,” Taylor grinned.

“Improvise and overcome, hey, Major?” she replied with a smile.