“Three, two, one! Taylor shouted.
His voice could barely be heard over the battle that was being fought within. He fired two shots into the locking mechanism, as did Lam on the opposite side. The large bore armour-piercing rounds tore through the centre of the double doors, leaving a hole the size of a football.
“Go!” he ordered.
The two of them barged through the door like raging bulls, forcing the doors to launch from their hinges. Taylor spotted the dug in Mechs immediately and could see they had a good view of the creatures. Despite this, he continued to spread out into the room to allow further troops to join the fight. He rushed up and crouched behind a broad counter, lifting his rifle to fire.
Gunfire cracked behind him, and the advancing troops fired as they passed through the blown entrance. Taylor could see Jones’ platoon was dug in the other end of the room and unable to advance. He took aim at the nearest creature. He had a clear view of its flank, fired three rounds into its chest, and a last one through its faceplate as it twitched from the first three. Out of the corner of his eye Mitch could see the other Mechs taking cover.
“Grenades!” he shouted.
He pulled a frag grenade from his webbing and twisted the cap. He looked around to see that three others were waiting for his command.
“Now!”
The four grenades were launched into the air in almost perfect synchronisation and tumbled over into the Mech positions. They hunkered down for cover as the explosions shook the room, and part of the ceiling near them caved in. Taylor jumped up and leapt over the counter top, advancing on the enemy positions with his rifle at the ready.
Chandra looked over the defences to see Mitch had jumped ahead quicker than any of them were able to follow. She saw him fire two shots into the ground, and as she drew nearer, she could see the body of one of the creatures lying lifeless at his feet. Another lay dead close by. She caught a glimpse of movement, turned quickly, and fired at another creature that was trying to get up from the ground.
She nodded at Mitch, and they both knew each other’s thoughts. The grenades were not powerful enough for the enemy they were fighting, and they were not going to take the chance that any had survived. The two officers moved up to the bodies of the other two creatures and fired several rounds through each of their faceplates until they were satisfied it was over.
They stood for a moment, marvelling at their work as Captain Jones approached their positions. Before he could open his mouth, a signal came over their intercom from Lieutenant Green.
“Tracking three hostiles into the basement in the north west of the building, over.”
“Hold tight, we’re coming,” replied Chandra.
She turned and led the way without as much as a word to the troops. As they jogged down the corridors to meet with the others, she noticed specs of blue blood on her arm. Taylor also saw where the spray had coated both of them. He looked at it at first with disgust and then sadness. He was reminded of the scene in the conference hall just minutes before.
Up ahead, they could see Green and Silva, and they had a wounded soldier being attended to.
“Any other casualties?” she asked.
“No, just one wounded. He’ll be fine,” replied Green.
“Good.”
She looked down at the stairwell close by. It appeared to disappear into darkness.
“This where you last saw them?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Any other sightings of the enemy?”
He shook his head.
“Jones, you and Yorath are to continue to sweep the rest of this building. Get on it.”
The Captain nodded and liaised quickly with Yorath before rushing off to continue his search.
“Any other ways down there?” asked Chandra.
“One fire escape from what I can see.”
Taylor looked over at the doorway to a nearby elevator.
“What about that? It goes down below?”
Chandra lifted up her Mappad and carefully studied the limited diagrams they had been given of the layout.
“Not that one, but it looks like there is a freight elevator not far from here.”
“I’ll take it,” replied Taylor.
“Alright, Green you’ll take the stairs, but wait for our breach. Silva, you’re with me.”
Parker had been listening and butted in.
“We can’t use that elevator. It will give us away in seconds.”
“I don’t intend to ride it down,” replied Taylor with a smile. “Come on, let’s move.”
He turned to move out, but Chandra stopped him.
“Confirm when you’re in position and ready to go. Green, you wait ten seconds after our breach. That stairwell could be hell.”
Taylor nodded in agreement and quickly made his way for the elevator. After passing through a storage area, they found what they were looking for. He drew out his Assegai and thrust it into the join between the doors. The torch style blade cut a hole and broke the seal quickly. He levered open the door and took a look inside.
“Good, it’s up on one of the upper floors.”
He reached for the emergency stop lever to ensure it stayed put before looking into the most unwelcoming abyss.
“We go down in twos the second we hear that breach, got it?”
They nodded as Parker forced her way to the front. He already knew he could not dissuade her from being the first in.
“We’re in position and ready on your signal,” he called down the radio.
“All sections ready, we breach in five, four, three…” replied Chandra.
A small explosion erupted outside the building, and Taylor took it as his cue to jump with Parker at his side. They immediately activated their boosters that lit up the pitch-black shaft as they quickly descended. Taylor ripped open the door, and they could see flashes of light all around; the fight had already begun.
He lifted his rifle and identified one creature as the light reflected from its metallic armour, but Eli had already opened fire. He joined in as the creature was hit with a dozen rounds and killed before it had time to hit the ground. A few more shots rang out until finally all went silent.
“All clear!” yelled Chandra.
Flashlights from friendlies flashed around the room as they all checked for survivors.
Chandra paced up to the fallen creature where Taylor stood.
“What are we doing with the bodies?” he asked.
“Not our problem. We were selected to do the fighting. Clean up work is someone else’s job now.”
“This was too easy. They can’t have been planted here for any resistance, so they must have been left behind.”
“Unless by planting them, they intended to continue to cause us the kind of trouble which it is doing. Civilians are scared to go home, soldiers are still busy fighting a war which should be over, and clean up crews are hindered by safety concerns.”
“Can’t the bastards accept defeat?”
“Would you?”
“Hard to say, but I’ve never wanted to invade someone else’s land and execute them.”
A signal came over the radio from Jones.
“Major, the building is secure. All enemy threats have been dealt with.”
“Good work, Jones, rendezvous at the boats. Our job here is done.”
