They hurried behind the sandpacks and readied their weapons. The thunderous noise made it apparent in what direction they were coming. Still, he told John to keep an eye on the rear. In an urban warzone like this, you need to think three-dimensionally.
This time, there was no subtlety to their assault. It was full frontal and continuous.
The plan worked perfectly. They went into the line of fire. Each one cut down, one after the other.
Luke’s machine grew hot. It needed to cool. Then it stopped. From his training, before becoming a Trooper, he knew that it would take at least thirty seconds. John’s gun fell quite. The heavy machine gun kept firing, but now the horde grew close.
John and Luke took the grenades they had in their pockets and threw them into the oncoming mass.
The explosions rocked them from their feet. All except for Lisa, who kept the heavy gun firing at its targets.
What a woman.
The rest get back to their feet. The grenades had the desired effect, pushing them back.
Luke felt his machine gun. It felt more temperate now. He once more opened fire, with John following suit. The Alachins were struggling now to climb over their dead.
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