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Say again coordinates...

It took three attempts to get the coordinates clear.

Meanwhile, I could hear the deeper sound of an antique heavy machine gun to the south. I could also
sense telltales going off.

Bravo two ... Bravo two. Negative on CAS.

No time to question that one. I'd already lost half a platoon on the south end, all because CI wanted
troops on the ground, and I had a mixed force, some commandos and some straight Marines, on a
search and capture mission without the firepower necessary. I'd rather have just taken my own
commandos, but I hadn't been given that choice.

Bravo two ... three-one here ... delta caught in cross fire ... quicksand stuff and deep paddies or
something... couple of...
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The implant transmission flared red and vanished. I'd lost another officer, and without air support, delta
units were going to get shredded worse, and with century-old weapons at that. Long-range stunners and
lasers didn't work in rain forests. Neither did HV rifles, not well. That was why I had my own antique, a
design more than fifty years old, a stun-grenade launcher, but it wasn't that accurate at more than a
hundred meters. Gulsan had one, too. He was flanking me.

Charlie one ... Charlie one, sweeping southeast, vee on me ...After my orders, and before long we were
scuttling to the southeast, with more of the slugs shredding the taller soyl plants. Implant positioning
showed that fire was coming from a knoll of sorts two hundred meters to the southeast. Some sort of
crude revetment, but crude or not, it was good enough to stop lasers and hand weapons.

More telltales flicked red and gone.

At eighty meters from the revetment, with a narrow clear line before us, and slugs coming in at less than
a meter above my head, mowing down the tops of the soyl plants, and even the shorter and bushier caak
planted between the rows of soyl, I called a halt.Hold. Launchers centered.

Centered.

Fire!

After the first stun-grenade dropped into the revetment, someone tried to swing the old machine gun.
They didn't get far.

A handful of illegals vaulted over the revetment and began to run. At that range, even in the fields on the
edge of the rain forest, the HVs were effective. One hundred percent effective in the open.

In less than ten minutes, the field and the revetment were ours, but I had the men play it safe, and it was