Again, it seemed to Jack that a lot of the Parprins were whispering together as the mercenaries marched past. The rest stood in silence, watching the procession. The other aliens, in contrast, mostly glanced at the spectacle and then moved on. No one cheered or waved.
'I got it,' Jommy said suddenly. 'They just don't realize it's a parade, that's all. We should have brought a brass band with us.'
'That's funny,' Alison said scornfully. 'Personally, I was just thinking about how much I was enjoying the silence.'
And at that instant, almost as if on cue, the silence of the crowd was abruptly broken. From all around them, the city erupted in noise: the distant thunder of small rockets, the closer rattle of machine gun fire, the shouts and screams of the injured and the dying and the terrified.
The Whinyard's Edge was under attack.
Chapter 11
The chatter of gunshots filled the air. The deeper, slower rhythm of heavier weaponry and small explosions added counterpoint, the noise echoing from the sides of the buildings. The entire column of soldiers was under attack.
And like the raw recruit that he was, Jack just stood there in the middle of it.
'Move!' Draycos snarled, his whole body aching for action. An attack. Soldiers being shot at and probably killed where they stood. Civilians possibly caught in the line of fire, with nowhere to escape to.
And he, a poet-warrior of the K'da, lying uselessly in two-dimensional form against Jack's skin.
It was a horrible situation. A horrible, shameful situation. For a K'da warrior in the midst of combat to sit idly by, not lifting a claw to help, was a violation of all he'd ever stood for.
But he had no choice. To move now, to give in to the urge to defend and protect, would doom the K'da and Shon-tine to ultimate destruction.
Because if the unknown enemies who had slaughtered his advance party ever learned that someone had survived, they would hunt him down like a newborn cub. And when he died, the last chance to warn the refugee fleet would be gone.
But even as his frustration rose like poison in his throat, Jack finally freed himself from his stunned paralysis. 'What do I do?' he hissed, breaking into a run toward the edge of the street.
'Find cover,' Draycos told him. Sliding along Jack's body, he got a claw beneath the collar of the boy's shirt and popped open the sealing seam. Bad enough being trapped here unable to help, without being mostly blind, too. He ran the claw down far enough to open the shirt to midchest and peered out.
It was about as bad a place to be caught in an ambush as he could have asked for. All around them, medium-tall buildings provided high ground for the attackers, and they were taking full advantage of it. A cloud of drifting smoke was starting to collect overhead by the rooftops, and he could see muzzle flashes from several windows. Most of the attack seemed to be coming from three buildings: the three-story structure next to the building Jack was heading toward, plus the two four-story ones across the street from it.
He could also see now that the city was surrounded by forested hills. More high ground, probably the source of the deeper and more distant sounds of heavy weapons. The enemy had planned their attack well.
There was a jarring thud as Jack reached the building and slammed hard into the wall beside a large decorative planter with a red-blue bush sprouting out of it. 'I don't think I like this,' the boy muttered in a shaky voice as he fumbled his Gompers flash rifle off his shoulder and dropped into a squat beside the planter. 'How in—?'
He broke off as an angry face suddenly filled Draycos's field of view.
The K'da froze in place. But the Whinyard's Edge mercenary wasn't interested in dragon tattoos just then. 'Gimme that,' he barked, snatching the rifle from Jack's grip. Holding it across his chest, he took off to the left.
'Oh, that's terrific,' Jack muttered, curling into a tight ball behind the planter. 'Now what?'
Draycos raised his head from Jack's skin far enough to press an eye through the open gap in his shirt, and caught a glimpse of the mercenary as he disappeared around the corner of the building. The man's own machine gun, he noted, was still bouncing against his back. 'He wanted a long-range weapon to use against the hillside attackers,' he decided. 'His own weapon is for closer work.'
'Right,' Jack groused, curling up a little tighter. 'Like there isn't enough to shoot at here.'
He had a point. Gunfire was pouring down from the three buildings Draycos had already identified as being held by the enemy. The Edgemen were returning fire, but they were pinned down and mostly without cover. Even as he watched, three of them tried to charge the door of one of the buildings, only to be scattered back by a peppering of small explosions.
Fortunately, most of the civilians seemed to have vanished. Some had ducked into walkways and alleys or else had taken refuge inside buildings not held by the enemy. Those outside the immediate battle zone were running in all directions, their brightly colored outfits bouncing like flowers in a stiff wind.
And then, as Draycos looked over the top of the planter, his eyes caught a horrible sight. Three Parprins, one tall and two very short, were huddled together in obvious terror against the side of Jack's building. A mother and her cubs, trapped in the middle of the firefight. 'There,' he said urgently. 'Civilians.'
'What?' Jack asked, not moving a muscle.
'Civilians,' Draycos repeated, lifting a claw through the open shirt and pointing.
Reluctantly, Jack untucked his head far enough to throw a quick glance over the planter. 'Okay, yeah, I see them.'
'Stop merely seeing and give them aid,' Draycos snapped. 'Get them to cover.'
'What? Look, Draycos—'
'Do not argue!' Draycos cut him off.
Small objects were starting to rain down from the enemy buildings' rooftops now, objects that exploded on impact. Popcorn bombs, he remembered them being called in Jack's mercenary manual, thrown by something called a popcorn machine. The three Parprins huddled even tighter together in response, the mother wrapping her arms protectively around her cubs. 'You are a soldier,' Draycos said. 'The job of a soldier is to protect those in danger. Now, protect them.'
'How?' Jack demanded, sounding scared and miserable. 'I can't even protect myself. What do you want me to do?'
