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Author: Michael RushingMiniatures Design: James Jimbo Burell Jr.Photography: Joe Hemphill
The red rays of the waning sunlight filtered through the dust trail of the speeding vehicle. Its rider, Lt. Hunter McClain, was in ahurry. Need demanded it. Not that he was particularly fearful. Training had, for the most part, bread that out of him. He was,however, fully aware that the current situation was developing very rapidly, and his superiors needed information and, if necessary, action.The Mk III
―Bulldog‖ hover bike came skidding to a halt just behind a small rise at the Lt.‘s command. He dismounted with
practiced ease, walked to the crest of the rise, and pulled out his field glasses. The technology of the glasses did their magicand soon the entire valley below revealed its secrets.The secrets revealed were huge. Enemy armor was pouring through the valley, hidden by the very ridge he was on top of.Training took over. He quickly estimated about two dozen tanks heading straight to the left flank of the 16
Valkrie Company.Where there were tanks, infantry would not be far behind. Their movements were masked by the contours of the land, and theonly person in the entire 16
that knew about it was Lt. McClain.It never occurred to the Lt. that the Nationals had new EW gear to stop orbital relays for noticing them. Nor, did it ever cross hismind that it was not yet perfected either, or the fact that this was the reason the suspicious bean counters above his pay gradesent him out here in the first place. He was a soldier. He did what he was told. He radioed in.
―Victor One, this is Lionback.‖
―Lionback, this is Victor One, reading you loud and clear.‖ the reply came back.
―Are you getting this?‖ This vidcam in his field glasses transmi
tted the real time images to Captain Carlston.
―Request firemission, Victor One. I‘m sending you the coordinates now.‖
―Negative, Lionback, RTB immediately.‖
Lt. McClain was confused, and confusion was not in his nature. ―Repeat, Victor One.‖
―RTB. Your mission is over.‖
Confusion or not, orders were orders. ―Understood.‖
The recon Lt. mounted back up and sped away, unseen by the approaching enemy in the valley below. No further thoughtsabout the mission entered into his mind. It was getting late, and the only thing left on his mind was two things not to be taken for granted: food and sleep.***Captain Amanda Carlston
looked at the Major standing next to her, ―Well sir, it looks like you were right. They
―Indeed, Captain, and we‘ll have quite the surprise for them.‖