The wailing melody of wounded men. The incessant, never ending barrage of artillery. Up ahead, the target of Thunder Company, the main control cluster for the Fallen’s Kinetic Strike Weapon Systems.
“We really doing this? If we fail, we give them reason”
“We won’t fail” she said “Hamels will chew us alive if we fail”
“No one will be around if we fail, if Thunder Company is exposed, they’ll just use the Orbital, that’s what I’d do”
She had been here for 7 months, 13 days, and this morning. The attack was scheduled for 4 a.m tomorrow. Every single army that had ever fought on this rock knew to launch at that hour. That’s why Thunder Company would attack at midnight. The heavy artillery would strike first, followed by the Armor, and finally, the Heavy Infantry. Sawyer moved quickly. His job was to shadow Sarah, monitor her progress, keep her alive. He’d seen her, 200,000 years ago. Charlie had nearly killed her, but it wasn’t her fault. The Traveler had interfered. That was his main job. Protect the subject.