Ranson rubbed her eyes vaguely surprised to find that they were open. Her body braced itself reflexively as Willens brought Warmonger up to speed.
She’d use Blue Three’s displays. And she’d use the tank’s commo gear also, because that was going to get tricky.
Of course, it was always tricky to talk with Colonel Hammer.
The bald was a barren, hundred-meter circle punched in the vegetation of a rocky knoll by fire, disease, or the chemistry of the underlying rock strata. Flamethrower scudded nervously across the clearing and settled, not to the ground on idle but in a dynamic stasis with its fans spinning at high speed.
Cooter spoke to his multi-function display, then poked a button on the side of it. Suilin’s tribarrel shivered.
“Just let it be,” the big lieutenant said, nodding toward the weapon. “I put all the guns on air defense.” He gripped the rear coaming and swung his leg over the side of the vehicle.
“There’s not much chance of ’em helping, using car sensors,” he added. “But it’s what we got till the panzers arrive.”
As Cooter spoke, Blue Two came bellowing out of the trees. The tank’s vast size was emphasized by the narrow compass of the bald. The warrant leader from Maintenance, his bulky form unmistakable, waved from the cupola as his driver pulled to a location 120 degrees around the circle from Warmonger. Further vehicles were following closely.
“What’s going on?” the reporter asked Gale. “Why are we in the, the clear?”
In only a few hours, Suilin had gotten so used to the forest canopy that he felt naked under the open sky. Both moons were visible, though wisps of haze blotted many of the stars. He didn’t suppose the leaves really provided much protection—but, like his childhood bedcovers, they’d served to keep away the boogeymen of his imagination.
The veteran gestured toward the horizon dominated by a long ridge twenty kilometers away. “Air attack,” he said. “Or arty. While we’re movin’ it’s okay, but clumpin’ all together like this, we could get our clocks cleaned. If we see it comin’, we’re slick, we shoot it down. But with powerguns, if a leaf gets in the way, the bolt don’t touch the incoming shell it’s s’posed t’ get, does it?”
“The Consies don’t have air . . . ?” Suilin began, but he broke the statement off on a rising inflection.
Gale grinned viciously. “Right,” he said. “Bet on that and kiss yer ass goodbye.”
He glanced at the combat car which had just pulled up beside them and grounded. “Not,” he added, “like we’re playin’ it safe as is.”
Cooter clambered aboard the grounded car. Its sides were scratched, like those of all the vehicles, but the words Daisy Belle could be read on the upper curve of the armorplate.
A cartoon figure had been drawn beside the name, but it would have been hard to make out even under better lighting. A bullet had struck in the center of the drawing, splashing the paint away without cratering the armor. A second bullet had left a semicircle of lead on the coaming.
There was only one mercenary standing erect in the fighting compartment to greet Cooter.
“Wisht we had a better field that way,” Gale mused aloud, nodding toward the crags that lurched up to the immediate north of the bald, cutting off vision in that direction. “Still, with the panzers—” a second tank had joined Blue Two and the third was an audible presence “—it oughta be okay. Whatever hardware does best, them big fuckers does best.”
Suilin climbed out of the fighting compartment and jumped to the ground. He staggered when he found himself on footing that didn’t vibrate. Despite the weight of his armor, the reporter mounted the rear slope of Daisy Belle without difficulty. He’d learned where the steps in the armor were—
And he was no longer entering an alien environment.
Cooter was examining the right forearm of the standing crewman. The trooper’s sleeve had been torn away. The bandage across the muscles was brilliantly white in the moonlight except for the dots of blood on opposite sides.
He must have bandaged himself, because the other two crewmen lay on the floor of the fighting compartment—one dead, the other breathing but comatose.