“Do it,” said Taylor.
Silva turned and pointed to two of his team members to come forward. They drew out satchel charges and ripped off the tabs on the rear of the charges that revealed a self-adhesive surface. They slapped them onto the wall and pressed just a few buttons before turning to the Major.
“Twenty seconds, Sir.”
“Clear out, take cover!” he ordered.
He rushed ten metres back and ducked his head down. He stared at his watch, counting the seconds. The satchel charges blew with a surprisingly quiet eruption that was a perfectly controlled charge, removing a segment from the interior wall wide enough for three marines to fit through.
“Go!” he shouted.
Lam was through the breach before Mitch could get back onto his feet. He was moved by his companion’s faultless bravery. They were as eager to take on the Mechs as he was. He couldn’t tell if they were rushing to the relief of friends or just wanting to feed their bloodlust, but it didn’t matter.
As he got through the breach, a pulse rushed past him, killing the marine beside him. He had no idea who it had been. Mitch continued onwards while firing to the cover of a workstation. He hunkered down and pulled out his last grenade, launching it over to the enemy positions. Before it had landed, he was back on his feet and firing like hell. He watched in joy as the creatures were pelted with dozens of rounds before the grenade erupted amongst them.
He ducked back down to change his magazine to see Chandra rushing through the breach to join him. Gunfire raged from Parker’s side of the room, and Taylor leapt to his feet to join in. Seeing the enemy taking continuous fire before them, and ducking for cover, he jumped over the desk.
“Taylor!” screamed Chandra.
It was too late to stop him. Mitch rushed at the enemy positions and jumped up onto the roof of a police cruiser that formed part of the enemy defences. He was stood tall above the last surviving creatures and quickly pointed his rifle, opening up on full auto. The others watched in amazement Taylor fired down into their positions. Chandra’s face turned from concern to a hopeless grimace as she watched the morbid scene.
Taylor dropped the magazine onto the roof of the car and drew out another while he still stood on the roof.
“That’s enough!” Chandra shouted to him.
He snapped around and glared at the Major. For a moment, he was in such a frenzied state he’d forgotten the friend she was to him. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Taylor turned back to the carnage below and looked at the wash of blue blood seeping across the hard floor. Then the reason they had gotten there sprung back into his memory, and he turned and jumped from the roof. He rushed to Parker’s position to find her sat beside the body of a dead marine.
“You okay?” he asked.
She looked up with sad eyes. Two tears seeped down her face. Chandra paced up to them and placed a hand on Taylor’s shoulder. She looked down at Parker and the body of the marine beside her, but she knew there was nothing she could say to help, besides taking her mind off the loss.
“Any idea what’s in that container?” asked Chandra. “Clearly it was important to them.”
“No idea, but it had better be worth it.”
Chandra nodded in agreement. She turned and hauled Taylor with her to investigate. As they reached the breach, a soldier stumbled through in pain, struggling to breathe. It was Williams, who Taylor had seen left for dead in the stairway.
“Still with us, then?”
Williams looked up with a pained expression and replied in a hoarse voice.
“Just about.”
The two officers continued onwards to the container. It was ten metres long and five metres wide by five metres high.
“How on earth did that even get here?” she asked.
“And why?”
Jones and Fournier stepped up beside them as they stopped beside the curious container.
“Everyone from the bunker safe and secure?” asked Chandra.
“Yes,” replied Fournier but was distracted by the sight of the container. They could see dents and gashes in the outer frame that could not have been caused by the firefight.
“Looks like that came down with a bird!”
They turned to see Eddie Rains approaching. They turned back, realising what he was saying made sense.
“Must have been shot down towards the end of the war,” he continued.
“Yes, I have a report of a crash site just half a kilometre from here,” replied Fournier.
“What the hell’s in it?” asked Rains.
Taylor shrugged his shoulders.
“Let’s find out,” replied Chandra.
“Should we not leave it sealed and notify our commanders?” asked Fournier.
“Yes, after we’ve got an idea of what we’re dealing with,” she said.
Chandra stepped forward to what were clearly the entrance doors and studied the locking mechanism for just a moment. It had two levers to release the catches but no security device of any kind. She lifted each lever, and the door seal burst open. The doors themselves only opened a few centimetres. She squeezed her finger through the gaps and heaved them open.
“My God,” said Taylor.
They stood before twenty incubation chambers like those they had seen in Paris, during the raid. But these containers were not empty, as they had found the others after the war. The humans, or what appeared to be humans, were still inside. A power source in the centre of the container was connected to them all. Two of the chambers were damaged and had clearly lost power, but the rest were completely intact.
“What is this?” asked Fournier.
“A piece of the puzzle which could be vital to our future,” replied Chandra.
She turned to Silva. “Sergeant, contact Commander Phillips. I want an immediate evac of this freighter to Ramstein.”
“Yes, Ma’am, what shall I say are the contents?”
“You don’t tell them anything. All they need to know is the weight and size for transport. Nobody knows about this until it’s in safe hands. She turned to Taylor.
“Get hold of Captain Reyes. He’s still working as a liaison officer in Ramstein. We can trust him with this, so he can liaise with Phillips to sort this out.”
“Why the secrecy?” asked Jones.
“Because we have no idea what we are dealing with here. Back in Paris, we saw hundreds of thousands of these chambers. We need to know what their purpose is, and what is inside. We have no idea if these are human prisoners, clones, or re-education and indoctrination modules. We only trust those we know with this for now.”
She turned back to the rest of the troops in the room.
“You are all sworn to secrecy in what you see here today. It is not to be discussed again, even amongst yourselves. This could be a major breakthrough for humanity in our struggle against the enemy. Let’s make sure it gets to Ramstein safely.”
Chapter 7
The troops of Inter-Allied sat in a temporary dining shelter enjoying their evening meal. Through the windows of the solid structure they could see the snow growing ever thicker, but the warm heaters kept them grateful they were not out in it. Taylor sat with Chandra and Parker either side of him and the rest the officers and senior NCOs of the Company.
“I hear we’re being reinforced soon,” said Silva.
Chandra smiled. “And where would you hear such a thing, Sergeant?”
“You know, here and there.”
“More scuttlebutt?”
“I’d say by your reaction that the Sergeant is on the ball,” Taylor grinned.
She nodded in agreement.
“That’s certainly the plan, and God knows we need it.”
The table fell quiet as they all thought about what that might mean.
“Surely it’s time our tour of duty was over and someone else took over our job?” asked Taylor.
“Well, I’d say France is clearing up of any remaining insurgency pretty quickly, thanks to our efforts. Construction and building is already well underway, and this country is starting to get back on its feet.”