JUPITER The Only Way To Be Sure

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  1. Eva van Dijk

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    Lieutenant van Dijk slipped through a ragged hole in the high-security fence that had clearly been cut by explosives of some kind. Up ahead she had movement, a small group - three to five. She found cover behind a tall stack of cargo containers and took stock, seeing nothing. With the patience of a natural-born hunter she merely kept waiting.

    Her patience was, at length, rewarded. Two figures walked by, both armed. One with a sidearm and the other with some kind of lightweight personal defence weapon. Neither were wearing Martian or UN gear or markings, nor readily-identifiable uniforms from registered private security groups.

    Hostiles.

    Eva shifted positions, moving along behind them as they continued their patrol towards one of the landing pads that served this cargo facility. She saw at least another pair there, making use of the elevated platform for a tactical advantage. Pulling out an empty soya-fibre drinks cup she had picked up earlier for this very moment, she underarmed it at a cargo container behind her. The soft, cardlike object landed softly but rolled against the metal surface and let out a small reverberatory noise.

    "What was that?"

    "Well, I don't know."

    "Hey, someone's there. Guys, go and check it out."

    "Aight, aight. Cover us, won't you?"

    "Sure, just go. Go already. Hey! You out there! Come out with your hands up!"

    Having taken a reasonable estimate on the positions of the four hostiles from their audio, she stepped out.

    "Lieutenant van Dijk, United Nations Navy. You are ordered to surrender or face -"

    She was interrupted by a handgun-calibre bullet that came off her shoulder pauldron, but that was just fine. She tugged her sidearm out of its holster - no sense wasting primary weapon ammunition on these clowns - and pulled up a good sight picture. The recoil-counterweighted gun spat rounds downrange with little ceremony but devastating effect, easily making a mess of the closer two. Torso, head, switch target, torso, head.

    She adjusted range and was reacquiring her targets when something appeared in her peripheral vision. It moved fast horizontally - leapt off the top of a stack of containers. Knuckled down onto the landing pad and promptly tore apart the last two there with quick swipes of its long claws. Turned a gaze full of intelligence malice towards her.

    Out of nothing more than a morbid curiosity, Lieutenant Eva van Dijk put two rounds in its head. Her magazine contained alternating hollow-points and armour-piercing incendiary rounds, but neither made much difference - the former knocked its head aside and the latter was a through-and-through hit accompanied by a smoky flash of burning compound.

    It shook itself off and made a ten-metre leap towards her.

    The Naval Intelligence officer reholstered her sidearm, armed a stun grenade and dropped it behind her before leaning forwards into an assisted dead sprint.

    "Titan Molok One blind transmit. Mission primary target hard contact location 16(A)-37(F)-25(3) request immediate assistance. Molok One headed eastbound regrouping Crash Site Molok. Any receiving units please repond. Message repeats. Titan Molok One blind transmit. Mission primary target..."

    Holy fuck.
     
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  2. Carson Boussaa

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    The fall was...simple. It was much more the landing that was abrupt. very abrupt, Carson had trouble waking up.

    He tries to get up, but he falls again. Something happened, but he forgot what? Okay, he's looking around. Nothing to report. Actually, yes, he's trampling on a field of what?

    Excellent, that means he's good for a forced rest after this mission. The idea of going back to Mars and seeing his father isn't very high on his to-do list. Carson inspects the places around him again, with his eyes.

    The hole in the ceiling combined with the different deafening alarms indicates that it has nicely smashed the dome or it has landed.

    Excellent, he mumbles in his beard

    Good his father will be finally useful to him, he will manage so that he will not have any repercussion on him. Especially since he just smashed a fucking dome.

    The second attempt proves to be the right one. Here he is at last on his feet.

    - Contact the Simurgh.

    Its HUD interface appears in its visor.

    - You have 115 alerts!

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    The most urgent.

    -You have a head trauma. External communication is impossible! GPS is down. And in view of your current situation, my analysis subroutine indicates that you are now unable to carry out your mission.

    - What no! I am in good health! I can lead this damn mission!

    - Deletion of mission data in progress. As indicated in Protocol 80.

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    NO!

    - Please find a way to contact the Simurgh. You'll be repatriated aboard. Then you will take a deserved rest.

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    No!

    - If you continue the mission, you will be tried by a court martial for insubordination

    Hoping my father's contact network is more influential than he thinks.

    - I want your data about the fall. I don't remember anything.

    - I repeat my warning.

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    Do it, please.

    - The data related to your fall was deleted. Since she's proof that you're on a mission. And it is imperative that the UN does not recover.


    Court martial or not, he'll finish this mission!

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    Activates the camera, and records everything in 360 degrees. Never stop recording. As soon as you get a signal from the Simurgh, send the video transmission. And... send a copy to Zay.


    Crushing leaves from cultures he has trouble recognizing, thank you for the head trauma. He moves towards the exit door praying very much that fate will put him back on the path of his mission.
     
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  3. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    The suit was comforting. It made Krzysztof feel that little bit safer than those poor bastards stuck actually living out here. Bubbles of air on lifeless rocks. Humanity had reached the stars but it seemed in a worse state than Earth was. He didn't want to think of what would happen if his suit was compromised. His eyes kept roving over the integrity rating but the suit still checked out green. He wouldn't be dying yet.

    "Certainly seems that way" he agreed, following after Price. The area was clear but he couldn't shake a funny feeling. That strange itch between the shoulder blades, it'd never let him down yet. "Anyone else getting radio signal?". He checked his rifle for the twentieth time. Aside from some bruises and muscle aches, everything seemed to be in working order.

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  4. Lewis Masters

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    Masters slung his weapon briefly and spooled out a length of cable to plug into the crashed bird. His HUD flickered unsteadily as his armour tried to power as much of the Black Kite as it could. He shook his head after just a few seconds, however, and reeled the cable back in.

    "Nothing, even if I use the bird's antenna. We're on our own. Let's recon the area a bit, set up some security. van Dijk and de Vries will be looking to regroup with us."

    He reached into a pouch and pulled out a fistful of chemlights, crushing the activators and handing them out.

    "Low-tech friend-or-foe tags," he said by way of explanation. "Assuming the civilians aren't hostile, then we need to head downstairs. Sweep and and clear, floor-by-floor. ID your targets."
     
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  5. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    Krzysztof waited for Masters response but the NCO had no luck trying the Black Kite's communications. They were back in the dark. He bit back a curse and waited for instructions. He took the proffered chemlight, attaching it to his armour. As far as IFF tags went it seemed early Stone Age.

    Civilians. Hostile. He'd have laughed at those words a few years ago but not anymore. Now it was just a shrewd observation. "ID targets, copy that" he parroted, confirming the instruction. He checked his weapon again for the umpteenth time, force of habit and nervous coping mechanism when it was just a small group of them cut off. There was a lot about this situation he didn't like.

    He waited until he had a confirmed spotter, then began moving forward in the half light of Ganymede. The recce seemed like a good idea but part of Krzy wanted to just go into the Black Kite, seal the door, and huddle in a dark corner with his knees hugged to his body.

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  6. Aaron Price

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    "Clear!" Price called as they checked another floor. "Anyone else think that if any fuckers were left in here they would have come to see what the noise was?"

    Price wasn't usually one for speaking out of turn. Making sure there were no black marks against his service was far more vital to his future than standing out and excelling. A good tour and a sensible job secured back at home was the dream as far as his family was concerned.

    The crash and uncertainty in the mission had him off-kilter. Aaron still didn't really understand what they were doing here and frustration was bubbling up.

    Keeping the muzzle of his rifle low, he headed back towards the stairwell for the next level. If there were civilians around they didn't need a rifle pointed at them for no reason. The collective anger of the belt towards the UN led to events like the ambush they had been caught in. The UN was the oppressor and he was its face out here.
     
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  7. Lewis Masters

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    "Steady, Private." Masters felt a cooling sensation flush through him as the medical system dosed him up again. The feeling was disturbingly artificial, and his arm was now displaying as a threatening orange. "Might be easy to think that way, but we'll be thorough. Taking shortcuts and making assumptions are dangerous out here."

    He chinned controls and locked his left arm servo articulation into a position over his stomach as if it were on a sling, but accidentally knocked it against the next doorway as he came around to clear the corners. Swearing violently, holding onto the local sense of vertical with significant effort, he nearly missed Lieutenant van Dijk's transmission.

    "... request immediate assistance. Molok One headed eastbound regrouping Crash Site Molok. Any receiving units please repond."

    There was no time. He used the HUD to order his two men - the last of the squad, essentially - to get moving.

    "Molok One... Molok Two plus two receiving. Crash Site Molok secure, suggest ground floor entrance for rendezvous."

    "At last. Molok Two, take ambush positions in defilade. Engage enemy forces in pursuit with all available force."

    "Move, move. The lieutenant's in trouble. Wierzbowski, still remember your AT training?"
     
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  8. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    It was hard to stay focused after the first couple of rooms had been cleared. Your gut clenched up, expecting the worst but even that terror would subside. Aaron was right, surely anyone else would have come out after the first few rooms had been cleared? He shook the thought away, the last room could kill you just as surely as the first.

    They were all on edge. Marines were meant to be a team. Cut off from the rest of the squad, it just didn't feel right. His HUD flashed with an order from Masters, he picked up the pace. Ambush, who was the enemy? "Copy that" he confirmed, forcing his legs to move faster.

    At least action made his fear fade away, it gave him something to focus on. He took up position, eyes peeled for movement. Who was in pursuit? He checked the rocket launcher's status, hefting the unfamiliar weight while he ran through his memory. It'd been a while since he shot one but he'd had the familiarisation training though he'd never specialised with heavy weapons.
     
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  9. Aaron Price

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    Price took cover once they'd secured the ground floor lobby. He had a magazine of regular self-propelling rounds in his rifle, but another with a red stripe to indicate HE rounds close at hand.

    There was a good line of sight down the road, but several other buildings close by offered lots of potential shooting positions if someone was looking to return fire.

    "Sir, any update on enemy force composition?" he asked. The last time he'd fought an unknown threat he'd nearly been burned alive in his suit by belters.
     
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  10. Lewis Masters

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    Masters watched a blinking icon appear on his HUD; Emma - the third powered armour operator in the squad - was approaching from roughly the same vector as the CO. He tabbed into de Vries' feed and he pulled data from the lieutenant's at the same time, scrubbing forwards through both - handling with familiar ease the multiple depths-of-focus required to mix HUD operations with navigating in the real world. They entered a cafe-style area with a bunch of tables and chairs, which seemed a good a place as any to stop.

    "Looks like a single enemy combatant, Price. Same one as in the briefing image. Dropping footage and 3D reconstruction on your HUD. Steady on that AT weapon, Wierzbowski, only one shot in that tube."

    The footage was pretty damning, particularly the bit where van Dijk hit with a double tap and it barely noticed. He overturned a sturdy-looking coffee table and propped up his rifled grenade launcher on it, noting the positions of his two enlisted soldiers.

    "de Vries, look sharp. Enemy incoming."

    "I've got intermittent visual. Tracking the lieutenant from up two stories. Engaging on your cue."
     
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  11. Anton Krakova

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    Private Krakova awoke to the buzzing of comms coming through his headset. He took a pull from his drink bag and swilled the water around his mouth to clear the coppery tang of blood; the attempt was both half-hearted and ultimately ineffectual.

    "... update on enemy force composition?"

    There was a background fuzz in the audio, more than the usual flatness introduced by encryption. The things that the brain notices when it was trying to pick itself up were surely odd, he reflected, hitting the harness release and fumbling his way upright to have a better look around. The bird was fucked, for sure, but the pilots had at least put it down for a survivable landing.

    Barely.

    The Slovak groaned and ran a hand over the back of his gorget plate, trying to rub the strained muscles of his neck underneath. His helmet and gorget padding had protected him from the worst of it, but it had been a hell of an impact. He was lucky not to have taken whiplash. He did a quick once-over to check for bleeding and breaks, then tuned himself back into the squad channel.

    "Molok... Molok Four. I'm up. Status green. Request waypoint and current sitrep, over."
     
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  12. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    Krzysztof's visor flashed once as his HUD updated, marking other targets and friendlies on his display. It flashed up two power armoured figures on approach to their position. The distance marker counted down at a ridiculous rate, they were moving faster than any unaugmented human could manage. But so was the other figure that was in pursuit.

    Krzy felt his stomach churn as the footage displayed on a miniscreen in the top right hand corner. It was clearer than the briefing image had been but only for a few frames. The footage was jumpy, the figure a blur as it moved at speed. Static cut in, especially when it got closer to the cameras. He didn't need to see a perfect picture of it to know it was wrong. It didn't look human. It didn't move like one. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before in his life. It was just wrong.

    "Copy that" he said in a hoarse voice, adjusting the AT tube and counting down the seconds. The officer had shot it at point blank range and the thing hadn't even seemed to register it. The figures were nearly close enough for him to make out on visual. Krzy's grip tightened, waiting for the order to fire. When it came, he aimed it as near as he could get to the creature.
     
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  13. Lewis Masters

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    "Molok Four, waypoint placed. Enemy contact imminent, get down here right now."

    That was all there was time to say before it all kicked off.

    Lieutenant van Dijk charged into view at over twenty metres per second (Author: 45 mph / 72 kph), vaulted over a fallen column just inside the doors, rolled on contact with the floor and came out into a full-length leap to clear the line of fire. The three Marines from the crash site went taut with anticipation, and they didn't have to wait long before they were rewarded.

    It was as strange as the footage had suggested. Heads-up displays flickered and failed as it came through the doors. There was no soldier in the system - no matter how hardened a veteran - that would not have taken a second look at the monster that came in after the lieutenant. Humanoid and yet clearly inhuman, it bulled through the column, slowing in the cloud of dust thrown up, looking straight at them with unbridled malice. It gave a disgusting, inhuman gobbling noise.

    Masters decided to shut it up. He adjusted his semi-automatic grenade launcher against his shoulder, braced for recoil, and fired the weapon. The shot caught its target in the upper torso, close to where the neck might have been on a regular human. The grenade's tandem AT charge went off.

    Out of the smoke cloud came the creature, barrelling forwards. Barely scorched.
     
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  14. Emma de Vries

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    Emma came to a halt high on a flying walkway one story above her comrades and set up. She had a relatively tight angle into the lobby and cafe where Specialist Masters had chosen to make his stand, but the Force Recon Marine knew her business. Masters opened fire shortly after it went inside, bringing the creature to a halt with ample room to shoot.

    Her first burst was perfect. Eleven rounds, low and sweet, cutting horizontally across the legs to bring it down even if it had armour. It stumbled a little, armour-piercing rounds going through and making little puffs of the ceramic floor tiles.

    She gave it another, longer burst, watching the belt run through her weapon. Thirty-five rounds. She wasn't worried - she had two hundred rounds or at least another twenty seconds of continuous fire before her gun was going to get hungry on her. The monster went to its knees, 7.2x48mm depleted-uranium penetrators punching all the way through on every hit.

    It got up. Distantly, over the roar of her disbelieving mind, the Marine could hear the lieutenant sending a message that was mostly lost in static. Whatever it was, she didn't care. That thing had to die now.

    Specialist de Vries kept her sight locked on the target, dialled for maximum rate-of-fire and pulled the trigger as far back as it would go.
     
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  15. Carson Boussaa

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    The corridor is plunged into darkness. After a long verbal battle with his on-board assistant. He was finally able to access the analysis tools of his armor. And the latter indicates a strong activity slightly to the north. According to his embedded card there is only a simple apartment block at the location in question.

    He's getting much closer.

    At a glance he checks that his 360 camera is still filming. Well, there's no civilians around here! They had to evacuate a long time ago now. Carson's eyes are squinting. So where is the reason for their evacuation?

    A mark on the front of a store attracts his attention. This glass is broken into several pieces that spreads over the floor. Blood drops are visible. Claws, no, he's not dreaming! These are definitely scratches he can see on the wall.


    - Lieutenant, please abort and return to the ship immediately!

    The voice of his on-board assistant made him startle.

    - Do we have a signal?

    - Negative! However, I must remind you that you must...

    Carson's rolling his eyes. A closer look at the surroundings reveals more clues. Traces of blood followed by scratches, then again...

    Wait, shots fired! I hear gunshots. There's a fight! He runs to get closer to the noise before slowing down just before the destination. Hidden behind a wall. He takes inspiration to give himself courage and risks a glance.

    There they are! The UN is entrenched around their ship that crashed. The bullets fired since then are for... a... uh what? He's going to try another look. Okay, that's really what he thinks! With a gesture on he takes off from his belt a mini-camera linked to his armor. The latter is tiny and black in colour. All you have to do is put it in the right place.

    He takes his breath and pulls his arm out from behind the wall. In no time at all, the camera hangs on to the wall of the wall and activates the connection with its armor. With his arm safe, he takes his weapon ready to defend himself.

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    Connection successful, flow recording of the external camera 4>

    <
    Attempted external connection: Failed>

    A window appears in the right corner of his field of view. The quality is good and so is the sound. We can see perfectly well the "monster" receiving a shower of bullets. And the United Nations teams are perfectly identifiable. If the High Command is not happy, he has trouble seeing how he could do more!
     
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  16. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    The power armoured soldier leapt over the column with the grace of an Olympic athlete. The creature behind them smashed through it like it was plywood. An AT grenade hit it dead on and it barely even slowed. Others were firing now, rounds that would have torn up battle or power armoured marines. It forced the thing down but it was only a temporary reprieve.

    It was different to a human and similar at the same time, the creature inspiring revulsion in whatever saw it. The visuals made it look like something out of a video game, the whole scenario like something from science fiction.

    Krzysztof saw it slowly rising, shrugging off the small calibre rounds as if they were mere pebbles. He didn't wait for it to accelerate forward, he wouldn't get a better chance at this. He fired, the AT rocket headed right for the alien hostile. He could hear garbled comments over the comms, the fire slackening as fresh magazines were slammed in.
     
  17. Eva van Dijk

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    The lieutenant appeared at Wierzbowski's elbow, firing her battle rifle on full auto one-handed. Her other hand snapped out, levelling the tube and cocking the weapon. She clapped him on the back for encouragement and, with an unconcerned air, waved a series of hand siganls at the stream of tracer cutting down from Specialist de Vries' position.

    Change position. Draw fire. For. Friendly AT shot.

    The third Force Recon operator ceased fire only long enough to leap down from her position. Then she was pumping rounds once again, moving left to keep her rounds from hitting friendlies, laser dot steady on her target despite continuous fire on the run.

    It worked. The creature shook its head menacingly at Masters, then turned and leapt after de Vries. She gave it some more fire, retreated as it closed the distance with frightening speed -

    Private Wierzbowski fired. It was a clean shot, with the target heading dead away. It rode a dead-straight trail of smoke toward its target and exploded in a huge cloud of smoke clearly tinged with blue fragments - a hit.

    Without remote cams, without top-down satellite coverage, Lieutenant van Dijk could only look on with her long lens. She watched it roll onto its feet from the prone position it had been blown, minus an arm and a huge chunk of its axillar torso.

    Specialist de Vries, defiant to the end, dropped her weapon and leapt towards it with a combat knife.

    It swung its remaining arm in a deceptively slow but viciously powerful uppercut. It connected with her helmet and neck, sending the Marine - powered armour and all - into full head-over-heels flip before crashing motionless to the ground.
     
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  18. Lewis Masters

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    Masters watched the blow connect with a sense of damning inevitability. The fine tubelike constructions of tungsten/boron carbide ceramic osteobond lattice in de Vries' armour deflected, absorbed and shed kinetic energy like a leaf stopping a raindrop - unleashing an unearthly squeal of tortured armour - but it held, and she came down in a limp heap. The monster raised its arms again, and on the second blow human ingenuity ran out. The entire chest piece caved in. It was not a survivable injury.

    Lieutenant van Dijk looked directly at him and gave three hand signals - short, decisive, immediately clear.

    Rearguard action. Hold this position. At all costs.

    Affirmative. Recommend. Additional firepower.

    He stood up and unclipped his weapon from its sling smartly, handing it down to Private Wierzbowski. Double-stacked magazines still in their combat rig carriers, also. They weren't about to do him any good. Then he nodded at Lieutenant van Dijk.

    She nodded back, then tossed him her weapon - a battle rifle, useless except for the underslung 40mm grenade launcher underneath that was considerably more powerful than the 25mm ordnance he had used thus far. He received it and clapped Wierzbowski on the shoulder just as the lieutenant had, turning his helmet loudspeakers on.

    "Lieutenant says fall back! I'll provide covering fire."

    Then he jumped over the coffee table. There was no need to avoid friendly fire now, and the Marine took the first shot he saw. The forty-millimetre grenade came out with its characteristic hollow popgun sound, moving towards the target in a lazy low-gravity arc. With a speed that was almost unbelievable in real time, the blue-tinged creature rolled and twisted and curled out of the way of the projectile -

    The grenade, sensing no target ahead, reached a predetermined location and detonated in airburst. Shrapnel flew and an incendiary fireball flashed, the explosion throwing their implacable adversary off its feet once again. Masters watched as it staggered upright, aflame and bleeding and still under fire from multiple sources - screeched directly at him, leapt two stories straight up to a balcony and loomed invisible in the shadows.

    Specialist Masters checked the lieutenant's weapon. Full auto, full magazine, sights correctly ranged. Brass in the chamber.

    "What are you still doing here? Move it, move it! The lieutenant won't wait forever!"
     
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  19. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    An AT rocket. As heavy as it got for man portable weaponry. A weapon designed to blast through some of the toughest armour the UN or MCR could put in the field. The Thing had shrugged it off as if it was a glancing blow. He'd struck it head on. His helmet cam and the others all confirmed it. The Thing was barely affected. A limb blasted off and a substantial part of its torso but it was operating as if nothing had happened.

    He dropped the expended tube, it wasn't going to be much use now, even as a bludgeon. By the looks of it hitting that creature would just dent it. He numbly took the proffered weapon, standing on shaky legs. He'd never been so glad to get an order to retreat.

    The Thing seemed to be made out of diamond. It got knocked off its feet and rose again. Bullets and explosives barely chipped away at it. Krzysztof ran for his life, following his HUD's nav markers to the next fallback point. The Thing had broken power armour with ease, it'd find him much easier prey.
     
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  20. Anton Krakova

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    Anton came down the stairs with his weapon high. The first thing he saw, pretty much, was de Vries get taken out in a single body blow by... well, whatever the fuck that thing was.

    The Force Recon marine, who had seemed like a Norse demigod just a few hours ago, folded like a piece of paper.

    Fuck me.

    "Fuck me."


    The lieutenant, the van Dijk woman, suddenly appeared - she wrapped an arm around him and pushed him bodily into a combat run. Listening to her, you could believe it was all going to plan.

    "We'll leave that for later, Private. We need to fall back and regroup! You and Price take point - Wierzbowski and I will watch our six. Move it!"

    She gave him a shove that forced him to lean into a run or fall over - he did his best, straightening his helmet and racking the charging handle on his support weapon as he did. He couldn't help himself looking back at the... thing... one last time.

    Specialist Masters, rifle discarded, aimed his handgun almost vertically up. His support hand gripped a long-bladed combat knife just like de Vries'. Muzzle flash lit him up over and over.

    Coming down at him, once again with two arms and showing little sign of the damage they had inflicted on it with explosives and lead, the stuff of nightmares. Tracer erupted from its back in lines of blue-tinged fire.

    And far in the background, hiding behind a corner like a rat with just its snout poking out, were the orange-and-black colours of a -

    "That's quite enough of that, Private. Eyes front!"

    "But, lieutenant, there's a Mar-"

    "Private Krakova... I won't ask again."

    The first hint of frost in the Tatra mountains preceded winters colder than could be imagined. Some warnings were best heeded, thought the Slovakian marine, and he moved on without further protest.
     

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