down on them. The machines boiled up onto the surface like ants, taking hits as they did so. Those that survived their first critical seconds in the open returned fire with heavy beamers of their own.
I turned to Flynn. “Keep firing these big guns until you don’t see any more machines downslope, Captain.”
Flynn nodded. His mouth was a grim line. I could tell he wasn’t afraid anymore. He was determined.
I left him and ordered the marines outside to come down out of the trees and meet the enemy on the ground. They were too exposed up there. A ferocious firefight began on mostly open ground. I headed up to the main entrance. Sandra was ahead of me, while Kwon led a squad of men in my wake.
We pressed out onto the field and engaged every Macro we saw. Within ten minutes of hard fighting, I knew we weren’t going to be able to kill them all. There were just too many flowing up out of those holes. Kwon tapped my helmet as I sited on a Macro stalking a man who was injured and crawling for safety. I fired repeatedly until the Macro stopped moving.
Kwon thumped his glove on my helmet again.
“What is it, Sergeant?” I snapped, looking at him.
He extended a metal-covered index finger and pointed upward. I followed the gesture. I saw them then, the big guns. They were hanging down loosely. The arms no longer held them up, because they no longer were powered. To me the arms and the guns looked like giant riflemen, dead at their posts.
I looked back at Kwon. “We’re pulling out. We’ve lost this one.”
Kwon nodded. He did not seem surprised or upset. He shouted orders and soon flocks of flying marines took flight. I reached out and slipped my arm around Sandra’s waist. She struggled for a second, then realized who I was and gave me a quizzical look. I didn’t have time to explain matters to her, the Macros were closing in as my men left around us.
I lifted off, carrying her under my arm. She didn’t weigh much, compared to the suit itself. I tilted my body forward at a forty-five degree angle. It felt as if I was falling over the land and about to pitch forward onto my faceplate at any second.
We zoomed over the Macros, dropping frag grenades down open holes as we went. These parting gifts were received with an ant-like frenzy of activity.
Behind us, explosions boomed. I crashed through pine branches and palm fronds, heading for Fort Pierre at top speed. I couldn’t see Kwon, but I figured he could take care of himself. He always did.
— 34
When I brought a hundred and fifty marines cruising out of the trees into Fort Pierre, I saw a lot of scorch marks, but the walls were still largely intact. We were challenged as we came down in the landing pits and I identified myself and my unit. I handed the wounded off to medical teams and the able-bodied were sent to the walls. Sandra and I headed for the headquarters bunker, where I knew Lieutenant Colonel Barrera and Major Sarin were managing the battle. Kwon stumped along behind us.
When we reached the entrance, I turned to Kwon. “Why don’t you see if you can help out on the walls?” I suggested.
Kwon stepped from one size-eighteen foot the other twice before answering. “I’d rather follow you, sir,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes. It had to be the assassination thing. He and Sandra had both been like glue on my shoe since then. I sighed and told him to take a break and get some food inside the bunker. This seemed to mollify him.
I turned to Sandra next.
“Don’t even try to get rid of me,” she said.
I nodded. Knowing when you’re beaten is a critical attribute for any commander. I turned away and headed down to the command center. Sandra followed close behind. I didn’t make my play until we passed the mess hall.
“Getting something to eat sounds pretty good to me. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yeah,” she said warily.
“Well, get in line and bring us both down a tray. We’re going to be watching this fight all night long. Bring coffee, too.”
Making an unhappy sound, she finally relented. We were only one level from the bottom floor, where the command center was located. What could happen?
I walked down the final ramp, feeling somewhat relieved. It was nice to be on my own for a minute or two, without any concerned citizens hovering over me. I walked into the command center and stepped up to the big central screen. Things had improved down here. Unlike the command center I’d co-opted from Crow, things were no longer built for style and magnificence. It was all about functionality under fire. Every wall was reinforced smart-metal. There were large screens on three of the surrounding walls, depicting different areas of the battle, which was in a lull right now.
The big machines had all chosen spots and parked themselves here and there. Lowering their hulls down to touch the ground in thickly forested regions, our guns couldn’t reach them. Crow’s ships might well spark a new phase when they arrived, but they hadn’t returned yet. They were taking the long way around Earth, to avoid the Macro fleet. They were going to come into orbit from the west and park themselves over Andros without ever offering a clear target to the enemy-or at least, that was the plan.
The subterranean assaults had ended for now. They’d managed to knock out all three of my central forts, but then the ant-like worker machines had gone back down into their deep tunnels. This did nothing to make me feel better. If anything, this lull was disturbing. The Macros were obviously planning something nasty-but what was it?
I was surprised to see the only member of my command staff present was Major Sarin. There was also a guard in the room-standard procedure during an attack. When I walked in, Jasmine flicked her gaze to me, held it there a second, then looked back down at her command table. She was busy counting enemy positions and coming up with force ratings as to their effectiveness. I saw the lowest measurement was over the Macro group close to Fort Pierre. They were down to a thirty-eight percent effectiveness rating, according to her calculations. The other enemy invasion groups were in the nineties.
“They are waiting for something, aren’t they sir?” she asked me.
I looked at the screens. “Clearly, the next phase of their assault plan has not yet begun.”
She kept tapping at the screen. I realized this was a rare moment. Jasmine and I were never alone together. Sandra or someone else was always present. I knew Sandra liked it that way. But it had never given me the opportunity to air a few thoughts that never seemed to stop bouncing around in my head. I’d never had any kind of closure with Jasmine. I’d kissed her that once, and had felt a rush of interest growing in both of us. But Sandra had slammed a lid down on all that nonsense, and had kept a close watch ever since. I didn’t mind that, having chosen to remain faithful to her. Some things, however, had been left unsaid.
I turned suddenly to the single guard in the room. “Staff Sergeant,” I said. “How long have you been on duty down here?”
“Uh, around fifteen hours, sir.”
“I want you to report to your commander and request a replacement. You belong in a bunk or on the walls. Your pick.”
“Thank you, sir,” he said. Surprised and elated, he clanked away down the hall before I could change my mind.
There was a brief moment of silence between Jasmine and I after he’d left. She had followed the Staff Sergeant with her dark, pretty eyes, then glanced at me in surprise when he was gone. I didn’t say anything. I was doing this for her benefit, to see if she wanted to speak up.
“Why did you do that?” she asked finally.
“The man looked like he needed a break.”
Jasmine shook her head. “You shouldn’t…what do you want from me?”
