“Don’t forget, if these things bite you it seems they can spread it to anybody. If they have got out, and it seems they have, they could be anywhere by now,” said the Captain.
“Actually, that is not entirely true,” said M. Poulain. The creatures that attacked you and your men seem to have come from a wide area.”
Captain Scott looked intrigued.
“That makes sense, and so far we have seen locals as well as Allied and German soldiers. Interesting, so either they were sent to attack us and have been killing and creating these creatures on their way or they have been heading towards us for another reason.”
“Could it be something we did or are doing, is drawing them here?” added Smith.
Captain Scott continued questioning M. Poulain, “You said some of the local people here have been hiding from these things. Have they been attacked since hiding?” The old man shrugged.
Scott carried on, “We need more information, and I don’t think it wise to wander around this area till we know more.”
“I agree,” said Sergeant Smith. “If these things are out there in larger numbers they could wreak havoc on the invasion. I think this takes priority over the bridge right now.”
Chard piped in, “Also, if we’re all dead we can’t help anybody.”
Captain Scott grinned, “Hell, you’ve got that right!”
CHAPTER SIX
In less than half an hour, following the death of the Lieutenant, the airborne soldiers had already started work on converting the church into a more substantial base of operations. Whereas before they had been guarding just the perimeter, they had now moved all their heavy equipment inside and were working on stacking heavy furniture so that the men could reach up to the windows to watch the open space around the church. The bodies of the Lieutenant and Martinez were in a discrete corner of the chancel. Using wood salvaged from broken up pews the men had boarded up a number of the windows, just leaving enough spaces for them to use as firing positions for when the time came. The base of the church tower had quite a narrow access point from the nave and made an ideal position from which to establish a fallback position, should the chancel and nave fall in any follow up attacks. The tower also featured a much smaller door on the western wall that gave the soldiers the equivalent of a medieval sally port if they needed to abandon the position at any point in the future. Using a series of ropes the men had pulled up some of the captured German equipment, including the prized MG42 and lots of ammunition.
Near the porch the soldiers had piled up all the heavy furniture and boxes they could find, ready to push against the doors should they need to block them at any point in the future.
Captain Scott and Sergeant Smith were busy discussing their plans with M. Poulain whilst the rest of the men continued working on the church.
Captain Scott outlined his plan;
“We need to establish five things before we can take effective action in this area. First, we need to know how many of these things are still out there. Second, we need to know how far they have spread, assuming there are more of them. Third, we need to know for sure where the source is. Fourth, we need to find any survivors and get them here, Fifth and finally, we need to work out how we can contain them and even more important, how to keep them away from our forces arriving soon.”
Sergeant Smith looked at the rough map they had drawn up. It consisted of the maps of where they had dropped in, along with with substantial markings in pen where they had encountered various groups since they landed.
“So we’ll keep the church as a forward base. I’ll take Lewis and Gardner with me and scout the German base. We’ll look for the containers and report back.”
Lance Sergeant Jones then added, “I’ll take Wilks and Clarke, we’ll search each of the locations that Monsieur Poulain has provided, we’ll also take Adrienne with us. If we hit trouble we pop a flare and then retreat back here immediately, Archer and Trent will provide overwatch and provide assistance if required.”
Captain Scott turned to M. Poulain. “How many buildings are there altogether?”
The old man checked the rough map.
“The places where I know they are hiding are the old vicarage and the row of houses back past the garage. That makes…” he counted on the sheet, “five houses and the vicarage.”
Smith spoke to the two groups of men, right, all clear with the plan?” he was greeted by nods of agreement from the soldiers.
Smith added, “We can’t hang around on this one chaps, in a few hours we’ll have men on the beaches who are depending on us. If you hit any trouble, remember, pop flares and then back here, pronto,” he looked to Captain Scott who stepped in front of the men.
“When we have brought the survivors back we’ll work out a solid plan for a breakout to the Orne Bridge and the rest of our units. We cannot do this until we know what is out there. Be careful and don’t take any risks. Good luck gentlemen.”
With a signal from Smith the six men and Adrienne exited the church through the porch. Once through the doorway Humphreys moved a broke wooden pew up to the doors to help block it up. He then turned back and helped the others with improving the defences of the church.
The sky was already a little lighter than when they had first landed. It was now getting critical; an airborne unit caught out behind enemy lines in the day would be in serious trouble. The two groups crouched low down behind the small wall outside the church. With a simple hand signal they leapt over the wall and headed off in opposite directions. Smith helped lift Adrienne over and proceeded to lead his group closely along the church perimeter until they reached the northern face. Adrienne followed Jones and his group out into the street. They kept low and to the right hand side, staying in the shadows as much as possible. At the front on the group was Jones with his Sten gun, next to him was the young French girl. Behind these two Wilks and Clarke protected the rear with another Sten and Enfield rifle. Moving down the road they approached the garage with the old vehicles parked at the front. Jones signalled for them to continue, lurking at this place was the last thing they needed to do after what they had heard from the old Frenchman.
Their mission was simple, get to each of the houses on the map, search for survivors and get them back to the church. Nothing more and nothing less would suffice. A short distance further along the road was the houses, each one close together and sheltered by more trees and a hedgerow on the other side of the narrow road. Jones opened the gate to the first house and moved up to the door. Wilks and Clarke fanned out to check on the windows. Adrienne kept close to Jones. He turned and spoke quietly to her, “How many live here?” She held up her right hand, indicating three. Jones nodded and placed his hand on the door knob, with a gentle twist the door opened and he was able to peek inside. So far it all looked clear.
He gestured towards the other two who proceeded to form up behind him and the girl. Clarke pulled his pig-sticker spike bayonet from its sheath and clipped it onto the lug at the front of the rifle, turning his rifle into a wicked steel tipped spear. The small group crept inside whilst Wilks knelt down and watched the street, keeping a lookout in case anything untoward occurred.
A few hundred feet away the second team under Sergeant Smith had now reached the northern face of the church. From this position they had a clear view of the open space before them. In the distance was the armoured vehicle Trent had seen from the church tower. He looked back to check the group were with him, so far it was looking good. He double-checked the locations Trent had described before he left. He knew the route and wanted to avoid contact whilst they made their perilous journey to the German base. From what Smith could see, the creatures seemed worse when there was a lot of commotion, perhaps they were attracted by the bright lights or maybe the sound of battle. Either way he intended to be extremely quiet. With a hand signal the group moved off, keeping low but moving fast.