me?” she whispered.
“I hear ya,” he replied.
She looked around to the other platoon commanders and nodded for them to continue as planned. The Company arose after just a few hand signals and hushed orders. Taylor and Chandra advanced just a few metres apart with their platoons surrounding them. They quickly exited the park and were within sight of the university building. The vast complex was in stark contrast to the historical beauty of the stone churches and shopping quarter around it. The walls were of reinforced and mirrored Perspex.
“No visibility in and a hard outer shell, not a bad defensive position,” said Taylor.
Chandra drew them to a quick halt as she tried to identify what was on the ground near the entrance. She lifted her rifle and peered down the scope. The body of a dead civilian lay in a pool of blood. It didn’t shock her after the bloodshed they had witnessed, but she did sigh at the thought of civilians being killed while trying to rebuild their lives.
“This certainly looks like the place.”
She scanned the area and quickly found two trails of blood where human casualties had been dragged away. The ground and building beside the scene had familiar scorch marks where energy pulses had smashed into the stonework.
“Doesn’t make any sense,” said Taylor.
“I don’t think they meant to leave these soldiers behind. They’re just trying to survive,” replied Chandra.
“You make them sound almost human.”
“How would you feel if your armies had left you to die like this?”
She stopped herself as she remembered Taylor’s experience of just that. As the shock left his face, he finally nodded in agreement.
“How do you want to play this?” he asked.
“They must surely know we’re here, so we have no choice but to hit them hard and quickly.”
She tapped her radio mic and was surprised to see it was working.
“No jamming equipment?” she asked in surprise.
“All units breach, go, go, go!”
She leapt to her feet and rushed for the main entrance of the building with the others following closely. Experience of the enemy had taught them to stick close to concentrate their fire. Just as they got within a few metres of the entrance, the Perspex shattered as a pulse ripped through the doors. Chandra rolled and tumbled against a brick wall that surrounded the complex. Taylor smashed into the wall beside him as other pulses rushed overhead.
“Not the best welcome we’ve ever had!” yelled Taylor.
Gunfire rang out as the Company poured fire into the entrance of the building, bringing down much of the frontage. Taylor peered out from cover and quickly identified the Mechs inside.
“I see three targets. Eleven and one o’clock.”
“Looks like they’re dug in there pretty good,” replied Chandra.
“We could call in a strike, flatten the complex? Not like there is any risk civilians.”
“No, this country has been demolished enough already. The people need some hope that they can return to their old lives.”
“Alright, no air support, at least we’re used to it now,” he replied.
The two of them rose up and fired several controlled bursts into the atrium that was now fully visible from the street. They could make out movement as the Mechs disappeared from sight.
“They’re falling back!” Monty called out.
“Forward!” Chandra ordered.
They leapt forward and were quick to utilise the opportunity to get inside. Their boots trampled over the mound of shattered Perspex as it crunched under foot. They reached the long welcome desk from where the Mechs had defended and hunkered down for cover. They expected a continuation of the fight, but the spacious atrium was almost silent as the troops settled down into position.
“Not much of a defence. What the fuck is going on?” whispered Chandra.
“Would you have stood against these odds?”
“Green, report,” she asked.
“We’ve entered the complex, no contact, over.”
“Jones, report.”
“Light resistance, one enemy down, and we’re pursuing another, over.”
She shook her head. “This all just seems too easy.”
Taylor nodded in agreement.
“All units proceed with caution.”
Taylor stepped up and led his platoon forward with Chandra just a few metres away. He quickly caught sight of a fine trail of blue blood running down a broad corridor further into the huge complex. The two platoons continued after the blood in two columns. The blood trail grew as they reached the entrance to a conference hall. Taylor turned and signalled for them to form up by the entrance. He peered around the doorway and could see the wounded creature laid out on a broad table with the other two trying to stop the bleeding.
The injured creature writhed in pain but made no sound as the other two used what looked like heat torches to seal a wound. The scene made him freeze for a moment. It was eerily reminiscent of scenes that had become familiar to him during the war, but never of the enemy casualties.
He looked away for a moment. He couldn’t help but feel it was wrong to try and harm them when they were helping a fallen comrade. For the first time ever, he was beginning to see them as soldiers, rather than faceless aliens. As he sighed at the idea of the death and loss on both sides, his helmet tapped the doorframe. He quickly looked up to see the Mechs inside the room were reaching for their weapons.
Taylor snapped out of his hazy state and jumped through the open doorway. His rifle was firing before his second foot was through the doorway. The first Mech was hit by half a dozen rounds to the chest, and it smashed down onto the hard floor. Just as the other was lifting its weapon to fire, it too was riddled with gunfire from the Major’s platoon as one by one they rushed into the hall.
Gunfire ripped through the previously tranquil room as sparks flew, and the last creature finally slumped heavily to the ground. Taylor lowered his rifle and stepped closely towards the wounded Mech on the table. He could see it posed no threat to him and made no attempt to fight.
Chandra stepped through into the room to witness herself what had unfolded. She stopped and gasped at the sight of the creature taking its last few breaths. Its helmet visor was off, and they could see the struggle to breathe until it finally gave up and laid to rest.
“It seems…”
“What?” Taylor asked.
“So human.”
Taylor could do nothing but stare at the corpse. The room was silent as the dozen other soldiers who had entered stood solemnly at the bloody sight before them.
“We’ve got contact, Dining Hall B, floor two!” yelled Jones down the mic.
They could hear gunfire over the transmission and the faint echoes through the building.
“Enough, let’s get on mission,” whispered Chandra.
They turned and rushed out the door together. Boots echoed down the long corridor as they jogged at the fastest pace they could risk in an urban combat zone. Taylor stopped as he noticed a map of the facilities on a wall beside them.
“Two entrances to that hall, Jones probably went in through the eastern entrance.”
“Good, head to the other door. Lead the way!”
He leapt forward and picked up the pace. They were all well aware that it wasn’t sensible to rush into danger, but neither could they leave their comrades alone. Taylor reached the stairwell and launched up it three steps at a time. The gunfire was close now. Light seeped out from under a doorway up ahead as the guns roared. The walls were solid; they couldn’t see into the room.
Taylor leapt to the other side of the doorway and beckoned for the others to form up either side, ready to breach. Within a second, they were in position.
