“Any news from Taylor?” he asked.
“I assumed you’d be the first to know if we had.”
“You’re still in charge here, Ma’am.”
“Yes, but Major Taylor has made it quite clear that he will treat the rules as he pleases when it comes to his own.”
Friday smiled. Chandra was having a jab at Mitch, but in a friendly fashion.
“We don’t all share a bed with the Major.”
“You know a relationship such as that in the military can only end badly. In this war, it’ll only be harder.”
“So we give up on love because of the risk of losing it?”
Chandra sat up slightly into a less casual position.
“I didn’t peg you as the emotional and sentimental type, Captain.”
She watched as he took a deep breath and sighed with the fatigue of the situation. He’d never presented himself as anything but utterly professional, but it was clear he was feeling the pressure.
“Is that what Parker and the Major have, truly?” she asked.
Friday sat back and thought for a moment, not wanting to give any snap response. He knew she’d never have been the one to admit it, and it had never been her intention, but it had come to it. He stared out into the smoky sky, wishing he had someone like her. He finally nodded and looked down at the Major.
“Yes, neither of them has said it, but it’s there for all to see.”
“And it doesn’t bother you? That your Major is fraternising with an NCO in your own unit? That he forced you all to break the orders of a General for her?”
The Captain didn’t fire back a response. It was unusual for him to stay silent and unable to find his words. He was thinking would he have done the same as the Major did. Chandra could see the conflict in his eyes. For such a cool and calculating man, he had been deeply affected by his leader’s actions. It had seemed to endear his unit to Taylor more than ever. He turned and stared into her eyes, piercing right through her.
“You think we’ll make it through this war?”
He didn’t address her by rank. It was the first time the marine officer had ever addressed her as a friend, and the sentiment did not go unnoticed.
“I don’t think it really matters, Captain. We have no way of predicting it. All we can do is fight on and take some relief in the fact that every minute we hold them back, we increase the chances of the survival of our entire race.”
“That’s a cold way to look at our lives,” he whispered.
“Seems little point in doing it any other way. We either wallow in the misery around us, or we think of the good we are doing.”
The Captain wondered if she believed that.
“Incoming!”
The two officers leapt off their seats and to the ground, crawling to the wall for cover. Dozens of energy pulses smashed into the buildings around them, shaking their position. Living under artillery fire had become one constant in their life, but it was never any easier to experience. They never knew where the round would land or when their time would be up.
The barrages were a valuable tool in striking at the morale of their troops. Chandra only hoped that their efforts were doing the same for the enemy. They huddled together against the wall for over ten minutes as the entire position was pounded repeatedly. Both remained silent, staring at each other. They were just half a metre from one another, and they could each see the despair in one another’s faces.
Friday thought about the evening the two could have were they out of the war. Despite her tough character and steady resolve, her beauty was still undeniable. Underneath her dirty and bloody armour was the body of a well toned and beautiful Indian woman. She was clearly many generations removed from her home country, having nothing left of her accent, but she still clung onto her family’s heritage. As the prolonged barrage continued all around them, the Major spoke.
“Paris! The City of Romance!”
Friday laughed.
“I guess times change!”
The Captain smiled that she was thinking it as well.
A soldier ran towards them. He was hunched low as he ran through a hail of debris. The man rolled across the floor, hitting the wall hard between the two of them. It was Captain Jones.
“Nice of you to join us, Captain!” shouted Chandra.
“Major, we’ve got incoming forces in large numbers!”
“How large?”
“A major offensive!”
Chandra shook her head in disbelief, as if the bombardment was not enough, surely they couldn’t weather this much longer. Just as she thought it, the last energy pulses smashed into the ground below them. She first felt relief, and then the realisation that it was the pre-cursor to an assault. She jumped up from behind the wall to look out across the ravished wasteland their position had become. They had taken only light casualties, the trenches and hull down positions safeguarding most of their personnel and equipment.
Before she could open her mouth, the sound of tracks resounded in the distance, previously hidden by the earth shattering bombardment. She dipped her head in despair. The Major had anticipated the attack, but Jones’ confirmation of it didn’t make it any easier to stomach. She turned back to the two Captains with her. They both stared back in anticipation of her orders.
She could only think that they were all going to die there. When she didn’t respond to them, Jones couldn’t wait any longer.
“Major! What are your orders?”
She shot a glance into his eyes. Her face was distraught and her colour draining. She quickly snapped out of it, knowing she had to be decisive.
“Take up positions! We have to hold!”
She could see that both men could not believe they were being asked to hold, but they followed her without question. She watched as they rushed off to their defensive positions across the street. Chandra turned back to the bridge and to the alien weapon. Monty was resting on it as he looked out towards the sound of the enemy vehicles rolling towards their position.
The cannons of the tanks in the street below roared out. From her elevated position at the side of the street, the Major couldn’t see down the length of the bridge, but it was clear Becker was already able to engage them.
“Everyone in position! Fire at will!”
Green rushed up in carrying a box of ammunition and scurried to the wall. He had another soldier with him.
“Good timing, Lieutenant!”
The man nodded as he unloaded the ammunition and threw it out to the troops. He signalled for the other man to continue on up to the next floor of the building. The sound of the rumbling enemy vehicles was audible even over the volley of fire from their own tanks. The first energy pulses were rushing over the fallen bridge and pounding their positions.
Although the artillery barrage against them had stopped, she could still hear and feel the impacts of it continuing across the city, more frequent and intense than ever.
“This must be it, Major, the offensive everyone has been waiting for!” shouted Green.
Damn right, she thought as she stood up and propped her rifle into the wall. Shells were being traded evenly now across the bridge, but the dug in positions were ensuring a solid advantage for Becker. Two armoured vehicles appeared between the buildings the other side of the fallen bridge, but they instantly burst into flames as they were hit by multiple cannon shells.
Both the vehicles were smashed aside as one of the vast bridging vehicles struck them and burst through the wrecks, pushing them to the sides of the street.
“Take it out!” shouted Chandra.
She knew her words would go unheard by the crews, but it was mostly instinctive action. She turned to Monty and back at the bridging vehicle that reached the edge of the crossing. She grabbed hold of the alien weapon from the soldier and took aim at the vehicle. The first shot fired out and landed just shy of its tracks.