Odin stood on his back legs, propped his front paws against the glass and growled.
The walkie-talkie on Vince Caesar’s lap came to life with a voice from a checkpoint along the highway.
“Captain Forest, do you copy? What do you want me to do?”
The sight of the Chaktaw told Nina that she had not hidden their movements as craftily as she thought.
She grabbed the radio.
“Shit. Yeah, okay, look, I don’t see any more of them so go on up and see what he wants.”
She watched two burly fellows in assault vests over jeans and t-shirts cautiously approach the alien emissary with their weapons drawn. As she witnessed the meeting, Nina recalled a story from the Battle of Five Armies and shared it with Vince Caesar.
“I get it. Those cocky son of a bitches,” and while she spat the words, she did feel a sense of admiration for their prowess and confidence.
“What?”
She relayed the story in first person because she had participated, yet her recollections came from the memories of others.
“At Five Armies when we were down to our last hill, the Chaktaw sent an ambassador to invite Trevor to a meeting. It seems they’ve got this tradition or something that if they know they have you beat they give you the chance to surrender.”
The human sentries reached the Chaktaw. The alien produced some kind of short microphone device. Nina suspected it to be a translator. A conversation ensued.
“Surrender?”
“Listen, not like you’re thinking. They offered to kill us quickly if we’d line up and let them do it. Something about it being a sign of respect for a worthy adversary, as if letting them slit your throat real quick is better than dying in battle.”
“So you’re saying they knew we were here, is that it?”
“Looks that way to me. Shit.”
The radio sprung to life. The men from the checkpoint relayed a message from the aliens: “They say their leader-a ‘Force Commander’-wants to meet with you. Something about a message for you. They guarantee safe passage.”
“Bullshit,” Vince shot.
“No, it’s okay. They gave Trevor safe passage back then.”
“He met with them?”
“Yep. Met with their commander who laid out their great ‘deal’ to him. He basically told them to stuff it. But look, they let him go back to our lines. Big mistake for them, I guess.”
“Captain?” the voice on the radio asked. “What do you want me to tell them?”
Nina’s brow furled. She slammed a hand into her thigh. She hated being bested. With surprise no longer on their side, she doubted they could do much more than delay the Chaktaw; not hurt them.
Then an idea percolated inside her devious mind.
“Yep. I mean, yes. Look, I’ll go and meet their leader.”
Odin dropped from his propped position against the window as if hearing her words and reacting with surprise to them.
Vince did as much as he gasped, “You can’t be serious. No way I’m lining up to be off’d. If I’m going down, I’m going down fighting.”
“You still have your KA-BAR?”
He did. She held out her hand and took the military knife from him. At the same time she removed her other weapons and handed them to Vince one at a time. Odin eyed her suspiciously, as did Vince.
“What are you planning, Nina?”
“Listen, we’re dead meat if we stick to the original ambush. I’ll get close enough to their leader, listen to his dumb-ass proposal, and then slit his throat.”
“Isn’t that against the rules of safe passage? What’s the point anyway? They’ll just kill you.”
She thought about what Trevor had said at the last council meeting; about the ‘rules’ to the invasion and what Trevor planned to do in regards to those rules.
“First off, screw the rules. Truth is, this is war and war doesn’t have any rules when you cut right down to it, no matter how hard we try to pretty it up. This is about doing whatever it takes to win and I don’t give a damn how many rules we break. We get the chance, slaughter every last one of them. And yeah, they probably won’t give me safe passage back after I slit their leader’s alien throat, but so what? All I’m sayin’ is that if I can take out their Force Commander, then that’ll cause confusion. Go hook up with the corporal and get ready. Give me some time then charge them.”
“Charge them? Are you kidding?”
She smiled. Actually smiled as she slipped the knife into her boot and covered it with pant leg.
“Just like Five Armies. That’s what we did then. With their leader dead and them expecting us to be waiting here, it’ll take them by surprise. Look, it sucks, but it’s the best chance we got.”
He said nothing. Not so much because he accepted the plan, but because it sounded ludicrous. Nina suspected the beaten men and women atop that third and final hill at Five Armies had shared the same expression-until Trevor led them to victory.
She pat Odin on the head and ruffled his ears, “Sorry to be saying goodbye to you again so soon. See you over the rainbow bridge, my friend.”
Odin bowed his head. Nina turned her attention to her human companion.
“Goodbye, Vince,” she set a warm hand on his shoulder and he returned the grasp. “It’s been, well, you know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Nina walked away, descended the stairs, and exited the hospital.
The crash of yet another Spook into the undercarriage of the Chrysaor caused only the slightest tremor on the bridge. The ‘impact’ icon flashing on Kristy Kaufman’s console drew more attention than the actual damage which-judging by the computer’s report-had been superficial. As with all the Spook impacts. Problem was, there were a lot of Spooks hitting the undercarriage. The ‘impact’ icon flashed continuously.
“Firing main batteries,” she announced more from habit than need.
This time the bridge did shudder quite noticeably. Bands of energy shot from the underside and swept the fields west of Quincy. The streams of red splashed across a building-sized Goat Walker and a cluster of hovering Shell-tanks. The tanks ruptured and disintegrated; the demonic Goat Walker fell into gory pieces. The beam dug a deep, dark trench into the ground like a jagged dagger eviscerating the landscape.
Kaufman managed the destruction from her position as the brain onboard the dreadnought. She stood in a circle of monitors, keyboards, and touch screens while wearing a virtual reality headset that fed even more information in the form of pictures and data. The crewmen on the crescent-shaped bridge served mainly a redundant role while a few handled less-important tasks outside the scope of the brain.
With her aircraft long ago stripped to serve other operations, the Chrysaor acted more as a battleship than a carrier. Still, she played that role with brutal efficiency.
“Belly Boppers re-charging. Thirty percent-firing…”
More blobs of energy. This time striking mobile artillery batteries appearing next-of-kin to cement mixer trucks. She stopped them from reaching firing position from where they would have launched more of the red, yellow, and blue balls of destruction at the human lines.
Kristy pulled her attention from data streams and ground cameras and stared across the bridge out the main viewing window. If things became too heated, a set of protective shutters would close. But for now she could see the quilt of rolling storm clouds a few dozen meters overhead. She could also see the two Leviathans, standing tall enough that when she reached them the Chrysaor would face them at what could best be described as eye-to-eye.
However, facing them would be a challenge. Voggoth’s favorite pets not only retreated from the battlefield in giant steps the further the Chrysaor advanced, but the twins separated with one backpedaling northwest in its withdrawal, the other southwest.
Kristy understood. The Leviathans retreated not only to avoid her batteries, but to draw her into a gauntlet of fire. The bottom of the vessel took a pounding with breeches to the hull in several places already and substantial damage to the superstructure throughout.