Nick Thomas - Battle Earth IV

The wounded at the scene were frozen in shock for just a few seconds before half a dozen reached for their guns and trained them on the Major. They were targeted by half of Taylor’s platoon before their weapons were even raised. Mitch stood calm, tall and still empty handed. The whole street had gone quiet as the newcomers faced off against the locals.

“I am Major Mitch Taylor. I have been sent here, under the command of Major Chandra, in a relief force that targets all remaining pockets of enemy resistance. We are here to help, so I expect at least a little co-operation!”

A few whispers spread across the wounded men and women. Taylor could only make out one word among their French that he recognised, ‘immortels’. The Sergeant he had slapped stood up carefully, looking Taylor up and down to see if he truly stood before the soldiers who had risen to such fame. He turned and lifted his hand, gesturing for the others to lower their weapons.

“Major, you will forgive our lack of hospitality. We have suffered greatly trying to take this city back.”

“And we have been suffering since the day this war began. We’ve already had two killed and more wounded just trying to reach you. Give us any info you have, and we’ll be on our way to get this mess cleared up.”

Mitch could see it pained the Sergeant to be so belittled by them, but he wasn’t going to fight it.

“Our Captain is still at the front. We encircled the police station but so far have been unable to gain any ground within. They’ve got a lot of firepower, and we cannot risk any bombardment because of the civilians in a bunker below.”

“I am well aware of the bunker, Sergeant. Any idea on the enemy strength?”

“We’ve counted a couple of dozen, but there could be more. Just follow this road straight, and you’ll find the action.”

Taylor nodded in gratitude for the assistance, but he wished he hadn’t had to fight to get it out of their allies. He paced back to the truck and stepped up onto the footplate beside the passenger door of the cab.

“Take us forward.”

Within a couple of minutes, they had the station in sight and could make out the dug in positions of the French forces.

“Stop here, Sergeant. We’ll go it on foot.”

The vehicle rocked to a halt. Parker tapped the dash twice with a smile, as a thank you for the old truck having got them there. Taylor stepped off the side of the vehicle and strode casually forward. His weapon was resting low across his body, but his hands grasped it in readiness.

Taylor’s platoon quickly formed up behind him and continued down the street in two columns either side. Mitch himself defiantly strode down the centre as if he had no care for his life. In fact, he only did so to show his confidence and survey the ground ahead. He could already tell they were still a way behind the friendly defences.

No gunfire rang out, nor the screams and shouts of combat. They could see a dozen soldiers dug in behind a barrier of cars ahead. Most of them sat back against the vehicles and watched Taylor approached. There had clearly been a lull in the fighting. Mitch could tell the will to fight amongst the remaining troops had been utterly sapped away. He approached confidently while carefully studying everything in front of him.

There were scorch marks in the surrounding buildings and cars that were being used as cover. One had completely burnt out to a blackened shell. Between their defences and the entrance to the station were the bodies of three French soldiers. It was a grim thing to see, but he’d been conditioned to such a degree that it didn’t faze him anymore.

“Who’s in charge here?” he shouted.

There was no response by the demoralised troops. Some looked away, and others were still captivated by the equipment they wore. Taylor paced right up to their position and stopped just two metres from the line. Finally, one spoke.

“Captain Fournier, 4th Hussars Squadron, and you are?”

“Major Taylor, 2 ^nd Inter-Allied Company.”

“Of what regiment?”

“To be quite honest, I don’t know anymore, Captain. We’ve been merged with so many allies that there is no other way to identify us any longer. All I can tell you is that we form one of the taskforces established for this kind of work.”

The Captain looked down and sighed with a dismissive grin.

“I believe you, Major, I really do. But what can you do here? They’re dug in with substantial firepower. We have seen at least two-dozen Mechs, and there are probably a good many more. We’d need another two hundred soldiers to get this done.”

Two lights flashed up ahead, and Taylor instantly recognised them as enemy gunfire.

“Cover!” he shouted.

The heat pulses rushed overhead past the blockage just a split second after they had hit the ground. Parker’s back smashed against an over turned car, and she looked up just in time to see one of the pulses burst through the windshield of the transporter that had carried them there in safety. The glass shattered and the interior quickly caught fire.

“God damn bastards!”

She watched as flames engulfed the truck and smoke rose through the street. It only served to make her hungrier for blood.

“Captain! Have they tried to break out at all, or are they staying put?” asked Taylor.

“They aren’t moving anywhere. I tried pulling back to encourage them out, but they don’t want to leave,” he replied.

Mitch peered up over the bonnet of the vehicle they were using for cover to see several Mech gun barrels protruding from windows. He couldn’t think of a safe way of attacking with what they had.

“How many men do you have?” he asked the Captain.

“Still left at the defences, about eighty.”

Taylor shook his head. “We need more.”

The Captain nodded as if to say it was obvious.

Taylor’s communicator crackled as a signal came through.

“Major Taylor, come in.”

Taylor smiled as he recognised Chandra’s voice. “This is Taylor.”

“What is your situation?”

“We are in position at the perimeter, heavy resistance inside. We are unable to breach at current strength.”

“Good work. We’re en route. We breach from the roof in three minutes. Be ready.”

“Got it.”

He turned back to the combined troops who were scattered in a ragtag line where they had hurried to cover.

“Help is on the way. Check your weapons. We move in three.”

The Captain turned in shock and grabbed the Major’s shoulder to pull him around into eye contact.

“Major, what the hell are you doing? We can’t assault! It’s suicide!”

“We aren’t doing this alone. We don’t move until the attack is underway. We should be able to advance under the chaos of what’s coming.”

“And what is coming?”

“The Immortals.”

The man’s eyes lit up as he instantly recognised the name and remembered hearing of Major Taylor in regard to them. He lifted his rifle and looked up over the barricade as he relayed the information to his men through their radio systems. Two minutes later, they suddenly heard the roar of engines approaching quickly from the north. They could hear whatever was closing was skimming the rooftops, and the engines were booming through the streets.

“This is it, ready!” shouted Taylor.

A copter roared overhead and deafened them as the reverse thrusters kicked in. A dust cloud blinded them for a second, and they wondered if the aircraft even had enough clearance over the station. Through the thick dust they saw the lights of suit thrusters glare as Chandra’s troops descended quickly onto the rooftop. Gunfire rang out as they quickly overcame whatever sentries were atop the building. Mitch looked over to see the look of both shock and hope in the Frenchmen.