“Made contact against enemy drones, information in tow, require assistance!”
“What is your location?” her radio chirped.
“Can’t triangulate, encountered heavy enemy resistance, I repeat, mission was successful, require extraction”. She peeked around a corner. Took off the safety. Time to fight. She fired, wasting magazine after magazine, running and gunning. Avoiding the wreckage that was now their planet. A desperate bid to survive. That was her life now.
“You’re a hard woman to reach” said Sawyer as he caught up to her.
“We were given specific orders to take alternate routes to the L1 rendezvous point”
“L1’s compromised, I can’t reach Martin nor Noble”
His turn to cover their escape. They moved quickly, wasting no time. More drones.
These were smaller, flying machines. Ready to kill on sight.
“Reloading…”
Another burst. Another explosion.
They knelt. Another magazine. Her last one.
The appearance of the Sky People was once celebrated. Now it seemed to be mankind’s greatest mistake. No time for this.