One of the small group of soldiers waiting on the beach walked over to the newly established beachfront headquarters. “Sir, I am Captain Tomas Villaflor, 4th Scout Ranger Company, Philippine Army.”
The Marine commander looked at him and grinned. “We were told to expect special forces detachments. Colonel Robert Fortuna, 5th Marine Regiment.”
“Please to meet you, Sir.” The Captain also grinned. “But I must regret to advise you that, according to your operations schedule, you are three minutes late.”
Chapter Eighty One
Just Outside The Himilheothon Gate, The Eternal City, Heaven
“Stand by. The first section is coming down. Fire in the hole!” Lieutenant Chard gave the warning and carried out a last visual check to make sure the blast area was clear. He noted the TV crew had set their cameras up behind a series of blast screens and were assiduously filming all the work going on. They were well clear though, and they had finished their filming within the 30 minutes promised so Chard wasn’t going to make their lives difficult. Then, sure that everything was safe, he pressed the firing button.
The linear shaped charge went off with a flat, vicious crack. The explosives cut through the meter-thick wood without any discernable trouble but for a brief second nothing seemed to have happened. Just as Chard was beginning to think the demolition charge had failed, a square of wood five meters wide by ten high dropped away and crashed to the ground. He felt the vibration from the impact as the 32.5 ton slab hit the ground and briefly he wondered if there was much damage inside the city. He’d had a brief look at the buildings there and he hadn’t been impressed. Still, that was the Jellies problem. They were the ones who had let their city decay.
“Second section coming down! Fire in the Hole!” He keyed a second code in and pressed the firing button again. A matching slab from the other gate slammed into the ground. Chard looked around as the dust settled. The matching pieces of wood were already being dragged clear of the gates. Soon, a crane would load them into the trucks Chard had waiting. Then, they would be rushed off, through a portal to Earth and his home in Devon. It would take an Earth month to destroy these gates completely but he wouldn’t be around to see that. By the end of the week, he would be retiring. Another Officer of Engineers would finish the job.
There was a strange atmosphere at the demolition site. The humans who lived in the slums that surrounded the gate were watching the explosions silently, their attitude hard to analyze. Chard had been expecting them to be cheering the sight of Heaven’s gates falling to humans yet that was hardly the case. They seemed more bewildered than anything yet there was resentment and apprehension in the mix as well. A very different reaction from the adulation that had met the human troops when they liberated the Hellpit.
Up at the gate, cherry-picker hoist vehicles were already lifting his engineers up so they could blow the next section of wood clear from the gates. The first priority was to open a hole large enough to get the tanks and armored infantry carriers through. Once that was done, they could take their time with the rest.
Spearhead Battalion, Third Armored Division, Eternal City, Heaven.
“It’s good to have you back, Colonel.” General William Roland was being mildly sarcastic. Despite this particular battalion being part of his division, he had very rarely seen it. For some reason, General Petraeus had taken an interest in the unit and kept removing it from its parent division in order to undertake a variety of specialized missions. Roland wasn’t too perturbed by that, the battalion’s performance in those missions had brought credit on him as well. Also, during its unusual career, the battalion had grown from a normal tank battalion to a much larger combined-arms formation that was closer to a full brigade than a regular battalion. It even had its own artillery battery and a reconnaissance element, the latter had three Bradley cavalry vehicles and a CBNR section in Fuchs armored cars.
“It’s good to be back home, Sir.” Keisha Stevenson’s reply was properly courteous and enthusiastic.
Roland didn’t believe it for a moment. No officer who had made it from Lieutenant to Colonel in less than a year and who had spent most of her career performing special missions for the commanding general would welcome being back within the confines of a regular division. If Roland was right, she would be itching for a message from H.E.A. headquarters, assigning her to another special mission. Her return wasn’t an entirely unmixed blessing either. Her so-called battalion was so abnormal in structure that it simply didn’t fit in the command structure any more. “I’ll be returning you to Third Brigade. Your unit will lead the way in to The Eternal City as soon as that Brit Engineer down there has finished blowing a large enough hole in the gates.”
Stevenson looked at the gate where another great scab of wood was now being pulled out of the way. “Hokay. Very good Sir.” She paused a little. “We could get through now, Sir.”
“Even with your field kitchen in tow?” Roland looked at the trailer with a degree of suspicion. It didn’t look American somehow.
Stevenson felt that a note of explanation was required. “Yes Sir. We’re been operating independently for so long we need to be able to provide the men with hot food even when we’re outside normal supply areas.” Actually, Stevenson had discovered one of her conscripts was a graduate of Chef Gordon Ramsey’s kitchen. A few nights later, following an astoundingly well-planned and completely covert raid, a German infantry company waken up to find that they had mislaid their beloved “gulaschkanone” field kitchen trailer during the night. Her battalion had been eating well ever since. She noted that her General was eyeing the trailer suspiciously and decided it was time to change the subject. “Sir, with respect, may I ask how we got our name? We wanted to be the Wildcat Battalion.”
“Company clerk screwed up. He entered the division name in the space on the form for your battalion name and by the time we had unscrambled everything, another battalion had claimed ‘Wildcat’. Fortunes of war, Colonel.”
He was interrupted by another pair of explosions and the bone jarring crash as two more sets of gate segments were blown clear. All around, there was the same eerie silence from the watching humans in the slums. Stevenson waved at them. “They don’t seem to be that pleased to see us. Odd thing, these slums could almost be part of Dis. Same narrow, twisting streets, similar-looking buildings.”
“And no precious stones lining the walls.” Roland agreed. “You’ll be getting the move order shortly Colonel. Straight through that hole.”
Stevenson saluted and returned to her tank, clambering up the side and sliding into the turret. A few seconds later the order came through from her brigade commander to take her battalion through the shattered hole in the gate and set up a perimeter on the other side. It took a minute for her to contact the engineering officer who was methodically reducing the gates to splinters and get a pause on the demolitions. Then, the gas turbine powering her M1 surged and her tank rolled forwards through the jagged hole blown in the Himilheothon Gate.
Roland watched the vehicles follow her tank through, noting the precision with which they had been handled. He’d also noted that they’d been parked so that they could either go through the gate or detach and head off back through the slums with equal speed. Unlike the other battalions, Spearhead had made its way through the twisting streets here without damaging the buildings on either side. Together, the two impressions showed him why this particular unit was General Petraeus’s favorite for any unusual missions that turned up. Somehow, he didn’t think it would be part of his division for very long.