Zolyah swept through the western flank once again. Corpses after corpses filled her vision, scarcely seeing anything else.
Beside her, Mason and his M249 SAW was silent as a mute. The bright muzzle cooled down, finally taking a breather from prolonged fire and suppression.
"Place is deathly silent," he reminded Zolyah. "Call it in."
She rolled her eyes. "This is Eagle One from the watchtower. Sector clear."
Viktor lowered his missile launcher; his aching shoulder eased from the prolonged use.
"Roger, Eagle One. Hunter One on ammo check."
Under his feet, the missile pack remained full; his buffer ammunition reduced to zero. Beside him, Markus exhaled deeply, letting the breeze blow the smoke wafting out of the empty tube.
"Good hunting out there," Markus said.
"You did well too," Viktor nodded.
On his hand was a system-made cloth wipe. He gently squeezed on the metal lining, scrubbing the dirt and propellant residue away.
