Free The Colony by John Davis Page B

the remaining three choppers followed suit, each of them quickly bringing their lazing guns online, the group found themselves protected by a halo of eight turrets, each turning slowly and providing the security of an iron fist.
    “ If the sons of bitches come up on us now, they'll regret it.” one of the soldiers claimed.
    “ As of now, yes,” the officer replied. “Let's just hope the stranded know what to do. Otherwise, we might live to regret this trip.”
     
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    “I can barely see in front of me.” Julia said with frustration as rain fell down onto them.
    “ Just keep moving. Try to follow right behind me if you can.” Jack replied.
    Three figures sprinting through a relentless rain as if they were carving themselves through murky slate. Each of them wondering about a sniper out on his own.
     
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    “ Let 'em know we're seeing resistance, but nothing we can't handle!” the man in charge yelled, pushing his voice over the ringing of lead.
    Gun turrets, each of them beading down onto objects in the distant – slamming lead into extraterrestrial flesh.
    “Sir, they're charging us.” one of the soldiers responded loudly, his rifle scoped up.
    Sure enough, nearly two-dozen of the demons sprinted wildly for the temporary base camp. Most falling shortly before reaching their destination as the turrets chewed them in piles of mush.
    A handful made it however, and began to slice into anyone near them. Panic setting through the encampment for a moment, before the lieutenant recovered his most important attribute. Calm.
    “ We got them five to one, make 'em pay for this shit!” the man in charge yelled, joining several of his soldiers in controlled rifle bursts onto each of the demons.
    Eventually, nearly a full minute later, the last succubus lay dying. Its rattle for breath as menacing as its appearance.
    “Recover the perimeter and stay sharp. Don't know how many more of these bastards are out there.” the lieutenant said firmly.
    “ How long do we gotta wait on these people to show up?” one of the soldiers asked.
    “ As long as it takes Barkley!” the lieutenant yelled, approaching the questioning soldier. “And the next time you throw a question my way, it damn well better have sir attached to it!”
    “ Yes sir.” the soldier replied.
    As the lieutenant entered one of the choppers, using the vessel as a base station for their rescue mission, each of the soldiers looked ahead. Skimming the dense rainfall for any signs of movement.
    Their gun turrets were ass-kicking in most situations, but as they'd found out, the laser targeting system which projected from them were cut down in range by the rain. Greatly reducing their range of contact.
     
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    “I'd say we're about a half-mile away from that gunfire.” Jack suggested, the three survivors having stopped to rest.
    “ Ours?” Julia asked.
    “ Absolutely.” the general answered, his knowledge of marine weaponry deep.
    “ Good, then we're saved.” Julia replied with relief.
    “ Not yet,” Jack warned. “Our gunfire ringing out means our guys are shooting at something, and I think we all know what that something is. What it's capable of,” he added. “Just stay sharp and focused. There will be plenty of time to celebrate when we get there.”
    Julia seemed a bit surprised, though the general nodded into her direction. Letting her know that Lieutenant Jack Strong was correct indeed. The soldier inside of him as strong as his last name.
    “Best if we get moving.” Jack said.
    “ I agree lieutenant.” the general said.
    As the three stood to their feet, preparing for what they all knew would be a sprint for their lives, Jack began to gasp for air. Strong arms of a succubus firmly gripped around his neck to blame.
    “Jack!” Julia yelled.
    “ Get her out of here!” Jack cried out, though he did so in a very weak voice.
    Grabbing Julia by the wrist, the general began to pull her from the immediate area, rushing her into a