Oh, shit!
Chapter 9
Taylor had no words to soften the blow they had just taken. He rushed in through the hole that had been punched in the side of the ship and had to step over two bodies as he headed for the bridge. He got to the entrance and found the door was bent and jammed half shut. He got a hold of it and tried to pull, but even with his suit did not have enough strength. He turned to see Jafar had joined him.
"Help me."
The two of them got a firm grasp and managed to force the door apart barely enough for him to squeeze through. All power was down, and the blast shields meant there was no light at all. He flicked on the torch on his helmet and peered around. Bodies were scattered across the bridge, and he looked from one to another to find survivors. A few groaned in pain but were unable to move. The he spotted Ryan sprawled out on the deck. He rushed to his side.
"What the hell hit us?"
"I was hoping you could have answered that question."
His voice was spluttered and weak, and it was clear he could not move his legs. It looked as if his spine had been severely damaged, but Taylor didn't want to say it.
"There's nothing you can do for us. Get going.”
Taylor wanted to argue, but he knew the Captain was right.
"Good luck."
He got to his feet and rushed out through the smashed door. They got out from the ship to be accosted by Waters.
"Any survivors?"
"None that we can help right now."
"What happened to ‘leave no man behind’?"
Taylor shook his head.
"A nice ideal to live by, but you know how many soldiers have been left behind in war? Ryan understands and wants us to go on, and that's exactly what we have to do. He lifted his Mappad device to get an understanding of where they were, but it could not find signal. His comms were out also.
"Impossible, someone must be jamming us. Where the hell are we?"
"Which side of the border are we?" asked Hughes.
"I'd say we're in the south of my country."
"You're sure of that?" asked Taylor.
"As sure as I can be, all things considered."
"Malok must be around here somewhere."
"Get real," replied Taylor. "He could be fifty klicks or more from our position, and with no way to communicate, he's on his own, same as we are."
"You came after me, why?" asked the President.
"Sides are being drawn up. I chose mine, as you chose yours."
"Well, thank you, for trying at least."
"Oh, we aren't done yet. We have to get into France. As the legitimate leader of your country, you can be reinstated with a little help. If you die, it's all for nothing."
This is just going from shit to worse, he thought.
He was starting to realise it had all gone downhill since the moment he met Armand. The gladiatorial combat and puppet strings he had been pulled along by were bad, but nothing compared to what shit Armand had landed him in.
He looked at his watch. It was a long time till sundown. He flipped open the top to reveal a compass, his only means of navigation now. He looked around. The countryside around them was predominantly thick woodland.
"We'll have good visual cover, but that's not gonna save us from thermal imaging."
"Then we should move quickly."
"Southwest it is. Let's move."
"So we just keep walking and hope to reach France?"
"We'll reach it all right, Hughes. This ain't such a big country, no offence."
"Why don't we look for help nearby? We have their President for God’s sakes. Surely the locals will help?"
Taylor shook his head.
"US forces and an alien roaming the lands with the nation’s President. Anyone we go to is just as likely to think we're the kidnappers and immediately report us to the authorities. We can't trust anyone this side of the border. It can't be more than fifty klicks to it."
"Fifty klicks?" Waters shouted.
Taylor grabbed the man by the frontal plate of his armour.
"You get your shit together. Fifty klicks is a walk in the park, considering the alternative. With any luck, it's closer. I want to be there before the sun rises tomorrow."
"We have no food, only the water in our suits," said Hughes.
"You Navy boys have had it too easy for too long. Water is all we need. Let's get moving."
Jafar led the way. Taylor knew he would terrify anyone they came across, but he was thankful to have someone dependable at the front. The two seamen with them still looked terrified, but he didn't blame them. They'd just lost their ship and most of the crew with it. As they reached the edge of a thick forest, Taylor turned to look back at the Deveron one last time. The stricken ship had done him and many others years of loyal service.
"Good luck, Ryan," he whispered as he turned and carried on.
"You'd leave those crew to get me out?" asked Mertens.
"Nothing more I can do for them. Had I the support I had in the war, I'd call in for assistance and get them out, but we did this of our own accord. My commanding officer will want my head for this."
"Coming after me, or losing that ship?"
"Both."
"You really are that officer we have seen so much on TV recently, aren't you? The Gladiator some have called you."
He didn't answer, as he wasn't proud of the fact.
"So it is you. You're the last person I would have expected to come to my aid. Do you regret it yet?"
"No room in a marine's mind for regret. We keep moving forward, improvise, and overcome."
"But you're not a marine today, are you? Not here on their orders or interests."
He was silent.
"So you've decided to join the Alliance? Even though America wants nothing to do with this conflict?"
She kept pushing until finally he knew he had to respond.
"I didn't fight over these lands for nothing. Way I see it, this is as much my home as the States is now, and I won't stand by and watch half the World rip itself to pieces."
"Even if that means fighting a human against human war?"
"I can't see how that can be avoided, can you?”
“One of the key reasons I did what I did is because we have irrefutable evidence that the UEN is freeing alien prisoners and recruiting them into their armies, and that they were being prepared for it months ago."
"You can't be serious?"
"I am. As a key representative of the UEN, I have been at the forefront of discussions. The UEN has been moving to find ways to integrate alien POWs into the World populace and find a way they can contribute to society. Maybe they weren't training them to use weapons, but the foundations were there before all this began."
Taylor shook his head.
"That figures."
She seemed surprised.
"How so?"
"I just heard from a reliable source that humans working for the Krys, or what look to be human at least, have infiltrated various levels of government on Earth."
"And you have proof of this?"
"No," he sighed, "and nobody I have so far contacted is willing to entertain the idea."
"But you know this for certain?"
He nodded.
"Yes, that would explain how all this escalated so quickly. But how can we tell who is working with them or not?"
"No idea. I know of only one who is definitely with them, Councillor Armand."
"Ah, yes, that little worm."
They’d got half a kilometre and in the middle of an opening when a missile smashed into the ground beside them, showering them with dirt. A moment later they heard a copter buzz by.