Gibberan wrote:"We're spread pretty thin, Lieut!" He called back to Noble, though he was sure she couldn't hear him over the frenzy of machine guns and the dull but deafening roar of explosions in between.
Alix desperately wanted to ask what else was new, but she bit her tongue as she loosed another shot. The Lewis gun chattered, spewing lead across the streets diminishing opposing fire for a minute or so as the troopers ducked their heads back into the alleys and gutters. The way she saw it, it was a supremely simple matter - there was just one avenue of fire, through the cantonment gates. The defenders could stack up on the flanks of the gate - (as she could see Fries doing now), or they could try firing directly back at the
Suddenly, Alix realized that somebody else had just come up from behind and taken cover right next to her.
"Lieutenant!" Page (for of course it was he) yelled over the firing. "What's the situa-"
At that, a burst of Schmeisser fire pierced the slats of the gatehouse exactly an inch above his head and trailed upwards, Page jumping like he'd been shocked and wildly returning the fire around the corner on reflex.
"That answer your question?" Alix asked, her bravado betrayed by the shakiness of her voice.
Page, eyes wide as dinner plates, merely nodded.
How in God's name are we going to get out of this? he thought desperately to himself, his methedrine-enhanced confidence vanishing by the second. They've got enough people out there to swarm in here like locusts and run us right over-
A shout echoed across the scene - Fries' voice:
"You hear that?"
Cocking an ear, Page could indeed hear something: the enemy fire, for whatever reason, was beginning to slacken. It wasn't stopping entirely, but it was definitely trailing off. Page, craning his neck, couldn't see what was going on out in the street - were they moving up? Falling back?
It was impossible to tell.
Alix had an even worse view, being sandwiched in the middle of the gatehouse group. Casting her gaze about, her eyes alighted on a watchtower overlooking the entrance to the base, about twenty yards away - on approach, she'd considered trying to get up there, but she'd dismissed it as far too dangerous and exposed a position to bother. The fact that there weren't any UDF men up there (alive, anyways) seemed to confirm her judgement, but now that it wasn't so hot...
She turned to Page. "I can get up to that tower and see what's happening. Covering fire?"
Page hefted his Thompson, reloading a fresh mag (his last, he now realized).
"You got it. Just say when."
Making sure both her flanks were covered, Alix turned to ask the same of the fellow next to her -
- and realized she was face to face with Stanford.
She knew Doug didn't think much of her - hell, he probably resented the hell out of her. He'd already demonstrated that, after all.
But surely she could count on him for something as simple as this...
...couldn't she?
Paranoid fantasies flashed through her brain. Doug was a cold, dangerous man, and he knew that she knew that he broke the rules. Page didn't know. Nobody else had said anything.
Maybe it wouldn't just be bullets from in front of her that she should worry about...
No. That's crazy. Stop that. He may hate you, but he's not a moron. Just quit worrying about it and do it.
"Stanford, I'm going to go for the tower there. Covering fire?"