The giant’s legs sunk into the crumpling surface and it fell with its arms to its side wedged into the ice up to its waistline. Its stoicism disappeared as it became entangled in the subsidence; now a trapped animal.
Jon smiled, pumped a fist, and shouted, “Got you, you mother.”
“Lord in heaven! Look!”
Apparently the Wraiths decided to change tactics, favoring retreat. But the manner in which they departed caused ever witnesses’ jaw to drop.
The remaining creatures-still a significant number-abandoned their oversized walking artillery to its fate and formed a tight group. Each stretched their arms out as if pointing to the sky and then…and then…flew into the air. As they left the ground, their bodies fell apart into wind, forming a spinning cloud, like a gray and white dust storm or cyclone.
That torrid of cloud and wind moved north by northeast, leaving behind the battlefield and heading for the real goal.
Captain Fink’s shout shook Jon from a trance of awe.
“Sir! Sir!
“W-what is it, Captain?”
“It’s the Vikings, sir, they’re bugging out!”
“What?”
Jon rushed to the northern perimeter.
Like the Wraiths, the Vikings decided to continue the race for the ultimate prize, using the distraction of the Wraith’s departure as an opportunity to escape the stalemate.
Packed with gear, their oversized lizards hurried off at a fast trot while motorized tricycles led the way and an infantry rearguard took pot shots at the humans on the rocks.
“Okay, okay,” Jon thought and then focused. “Pack it up! We’re getting out of here!”
“Sir! We have injured,” Fink said.
Jon glanced around and saw at least a dozen fighters too wounded to move.
“Leave them here,” Jon said but before the shock of his order hit home he added, “Keep some supplies and a squad here to cover them. We need to move fast.”
While the Imperials packed, the soldier who had missed with the rocket launcher re-armed and raced across the glacier toward the trapped giant.
It roared as the tiny human approached, but it could not free its legs or arms.
The soldier knelt, took aim, and fired an armor-piercing rocket into the giant’s face.
21. Moot Point
Yesterday, Dr. Maple told Trevor that his son’s brain exhibited extraordinary activity and that its basic structure appeared different-more advanced-than a “normal” brain. Authorizing more tests could yield more answers, but Ashley would not allow it.
Today, he listened to Gordon Knox rambling on with technical jargon and detailed map coordinates to the point that Trevor’s patience boiled over.
“Skip the by-the-numbers crap, Gordon. You only go all technical with me when you’re trying to figure out how to tell me the bad news. Just give it to me already.”
Knox cleared his throat. “Okay, then, I guess we’ll just tough this out. We’ve had to reduce the number of aerial reconnaissance due to a lack of aviation fuel and what few pilots we have are worn out. No tactical air support is available to the field commanders. We’ve kept a couple of fighters on alert in theater in case more Screamers pop up, but that’s it.”
Trevor pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, “When can they expect re-supply?”
“It’s going to be at least a week; Omar is over-taxing the matter makers as it is. But if we could get a hold of the ones in Columbia…”
“Yeah, yeah I know, I know.”
“Ground patrols now believe that about two thousand Hivvan infantry have mustered in Bladen Lakes State Forest, mainly around the intersections of 701 and 41 by White Lake. We can’t be sure though, it might be a little more.”
Trevor sighed, “So they are reconstituting. Just friggin’ great.”
“Other groups of a thousand here, five hundred there, are forming in a couple of places. Some of them have set up supply caches. It’s just a matter of time before their lines of communication are such that they can reform into their entire corps.”
Trevor said, “And when that happens all they will need is a healthy dose of supplies to march out of our trap and make for Columbia.”
Knox hit him with an alternative possibility.
“Or march forward, right back at Raleigh.”
Trevor shook his head. “That sounds too aggressive for Hivvans. They like to play it safe.”
“They’ve had Screamers airborne. They know about Stonewall’s column, they had troops deployed to meet him outside of Dillon. You have to figure that the Hivvan commanders have intel, too. Assuming they haven’t spotted Shepherd’s column, then they’ll think we only have one division in Raleigh. If they have spotted General Shepherd, then they know there are only garrison troops at Raleigh. Either way, it would be a tempting target and a way to stop our advance and put us on defense again.”
Trevor reacted as if hit with an electric shock.
“Jesus Christ! New Winnabow. I’ve been so caught up with my son, I mean, where the Hell is Evan? I sent him and Dante down there three days ago.”
He expected an answer from Knox. Gordon responded with a shrug.
Trevor picked up the phone on the desk and buzzed security.
“Yeah, Wilson, um, how’s the head? Great. Who’s the watch commander down there? Yeah, send him up.”
Stone slammed the phone onto its cradle.
“Okay, go ahead finish it up.”
“Stonewall pushed through and is ready to take the supply point at Dillon at any time. But that’s just going through the motions. After yesterday’s defeat we noticed the lizards weren’t sending convoys through Dillon anymore. They’re counting entirely on Conway to supply that pocket now.”
“Good,” Trevor nodded his head in approval.
“Not so good,” Gordon corrected. “We haven’t gained anything yet. As long as there are supplies rolling in it doesn’t matter where they come from. You have to push through New Winnabow and do it soon, or we’ll be in bad shape.”
Ray Roos knocked and walked in.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
“Yeah, Ray, right? Is Evan Godfrey back in town yet?”
Roos glanced around the room, fidgeted, and then answered, “I wouldn’t know, Sir.”
“You wouldn’t know? I thought the Watch Commander coordinated protection duty for all council members. How can you do that if you don’t know if he’s in town?”
“You’re right, Sir, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Yeah, he’s back in town. We had a couple of guys meet him when he arrived.”
“I assume you know where he is, then?” Stone asked.
“Um…Yessir.”
“Get him for me.”
“Um, Sir, he was going to a meeting at his newspaper.”
Trevor glared at Roos. “I don’t care if he’s in a meeting with the Almighty. You grab that toad by the ears and pull him over here. He was supposed to report to me as soon as he got back. If he doesn’t come…” Trevor considered. “If he doesn’t come tell him I’ll be sending some K9s over to fetch him.”
