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“You like? Huh?”
“You like? Huh?”


=== The SIV advance ===
The black mushroom wooded and dissipated. Bundie scrambled to his feet, glaring. “Jesus, Tucker! You’ll kill the lot of us! They’ll see that blast signal for miles around!”
The black mushroom wooded and dissipated. Bundie scrambled to his feet, glaring. “Jesus, Tucker! You’ll kill the lot of us! They’ll see that blast signal for miles around!”


The boys shucked their MSLAs and formed a circle round Chippy. He came around slow. Tucker face-dashed him from a canteen. Chippy moaned.  
=== The SIV advance ===
Beyond the dunes: a low mechanical clanking. It sounded heavy. It sounded relentless. It sounded ''huge''. It sounded like a max-vol slice of hell.


Bundie held up a paw. “O.K., this is [[Top urgent]] now, boys. Hostiles are imminent.”
Something in the aural vectors said it was headed their way.


Beyond the dunes: a low mechanical clanking.  
“What ze hell is ''zat''?” said Frenchie.


“What ze hell is ''zat''?” said Frenchie.  
“Oh, fucking ''great''. They’re on to us.” Bundie re-glared at Tucker. He held up a paw. “O.K., this is [[Top urgent]] now, boys. Hostiles are imminent.”


It sounded heavy. It sounded relentless. It sounded ''huge''. It sounded like a max-vol slice of hell.  
The boys shucked their MSLAs and formed a circle round Chippy.


Something in the aural vectors said it was headed their way.
Chippy came around slow. Tucker face-dashed him from a canteen. Chippy moaned.
 
Bundie said, “We got an ID yet, kiddo?”


“Oh, fucking ''great''. They’re on to us.” Bundie re-glared at Tucker.
The radio operator was a kid of barely eighteen. He ran a [[redline]]. “A ... a ... rel ... reloadable [[MTN]] c ... c ... configuration of s ... some sort, sir. P ... p ... programmable, most likely.”


“We got an ID yet, kiddo?”
“Thank-you, Lance-Corporal.”


The radio operator was barely eighteen. He ran a [[redline]]. “A reloadable [[MTN]] configuration of some sort, sir. Programmable, most likely.”
Frenchie let out a low whistle.  


Frenchie let out a low whistle. Bundie swept up the map. “Thank-you, Lance-Corporal. C’mon, fellows — we need to move off the beach, lads, and fast.”
Bundie swept up the map. “We need to move off the beach, lads. And ''fast''.”


They got no further. The armoured turret of a huge MOU smashed through the pines.  
Then a huge MOU smashed through the pines. Its armoured turret swivelled and lined them up.  


“Jesus. [[SIV]]s!”
“Jesus. [[SIV]]s! ''Split''!”


Swart ''whoooed''. She shucked her [[CSA]] and reloaded.
The unit spritzed. Swart ''whoooed''. She shucked her [[CSA]] and reloaded.


Biffer yeehaared.  
Biffer yeehaared. He banged in a clip of 


Tucker blammed out out some shells from the Liquidator. It disoriented the advancing machines and threw a curtain of indeterminacy around the theatre. The [[SIV]]s kept coming.
Tucker blammed out out some shells from the Liquidator. It disoriented the advancing machines and threw a curtain of indeterminacy around the theatre. The [[SIV]]s kept coming.
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