“Harry, search for another frequency,” the sergeant said with little hope in his voice. “Satellite’s still up so… We can just hope someone hears us.”
“Sarge, I got something!” Harry yelled, raising the radio microphone in the air in a victorious gesture.
“This is sergeant Ezekiel Chase of the Delta Tango team! We are under attack – all other the teams have failed to hold position and we are about to lose ours! Paris is lost! I repeat: Paris is LOST! We require IMMEDIATE evac! Please, whoever receives this, help-“
“Tell your team to take cover, sergeant. We are locking onto your position in… 6, 5, 4, 3, 2-“
“Everyone hit the ground!” Zeke yelled and they all hit the ground, in the middle of the reinforced nest, as a bright light and a quake shook the entire street. A split second after, the boom of the explosion shattered all the windows of the houses nearby and concrete debris fell from the rooftops.
“What are you waiting for, damn it? It’s clea-“ his words stuck in his neck, he tried to swallow the dust he had inhaled from the explosion. Beyond the white lights, at least half a dozen Behemoths were advancing towards their position and their M16 rifles seemed useless against the tusked beasts.