The northern towers remained alive. Tracer rounds stitched across the compound.
Dmitri slammed behind the concrete barrier, his breath steady but muscles tight.
"LMG at the northeastern tower. Heavy suppression."
A bullet tore into the wall inches from Hopkins's shoulder.
"That was too damn close," Hopkins muttered.
Concrete chipped and rained down around them.
Dmitri exhaled; he narrowed his eyes. The raiders had been amateurs until now.
He even wondered how they managed to occupy this military post.
But whoever was manning that LMG, they sure were lucky. And dangerous enough.
"Bastion One, this is Echo One-One. LMG suppression at northeastern tower. Requesting missile cover. Immediate."
The radio replied with static. After a moment, a voice cracked in.
"Echo One-One, this is Bastion One. Copy your request. Missile team deploying. Stand clear of blast radius."
Dmitri risked a glance upward.
