An extract from the editing this week, from Folio 55: 4659, currently at 74% complete (Hurrah for the Summer Holidays!)
Almost rude, the Colonel pushes past me, grabbing hold of the rail above the door and leaning out into the darkness. I move to stand behind, looking past the obscuring figure and out into the night.
“They could still be affecting our systems: maybe in our helmets. Set off the spiders and let’s see what they hit.”
I load four into the tubes, configure the orders – two down the undamaged side, one the damaged, one the rear – target, and then fire.
Four streams show a mad rush and then announce contact.
“Weapons fire!” From the co-pilot. Coinciding with one feed dropping; then a second.
“Two holes in the roof. Large bore weapon!” Obviously fired a third time, through the far side as only one stream remains. Last image rushing across the roof and down the back door; then a bright flash and nothing.
“Well they know we’re here.”
“… and we know they’re real. Finally!”
“Two klicks to the main road.”
“We are running out of time and options,” I say. “We can get in front of them and fire a low yield beam into the engine; bring them to a halt and then engage with the unit.”
This is ridiculous. What are we: a military outfit or a social service?
“Six C: get in close and above.”
“If we lower the yield, shape the output, fire along the …”
But the Colonel isn’t listening to me anymore because the Colonel isn’t there anymore. I step up to the door and look down four metres to see an UTRUL figure forming the figure of a diagonal cross on top of the van. Now that takes some balls!
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