The reporter pulled another loaded clip from the bandolier to have it ready. He squinted toward the barracks ahead of them, silhouetted in orange light.
"Huh?"said Cooter. His face was a blank behind his lowered visor as he looked over his shoulder in surprise.
"We're gonna clear your Consie buddies outa Camp Progress, "Otski said with a feral grin in his voice.
"Yeah, right,you don't have a commo," Cooter said/apologized. "Look,anybody you see in a black uniform, zap him. Anybody shoots at us,
"Anything bleedin' moves,"said Otski,"you zap it.Any mistake you gotta make, make it in favor of
Suilin nodded tightly. There was a howl and
A combat car on the right flank fired down one of the neat boulevards which served the National Army's portion of the camp.
"Hey, turtle?" the right wing gunner said. "You got a name?"
"Dick," Suilin said. He'd lifted the grenade launcher to his shoulder twice already, then lowered it because he felt like a fool to be aiming at no target. The noise around him was hideous.
"Don't worry, Dick," Otski said. "We'll tell yer girl you was brave."
He chuckled, then lighted the wide street ahead of them with a burst from his tribarrel.
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Two men in full uniform poked their rifles gingerly southward, around the corner of a barracks. Light reflected from their polished leather and brightly-nickeled Military Police gorgets. The MPs stared in open-mouthed amazement as the combat car slid past them.
"About zip" was still a better chance than that District Command in Kohang would do anything about Banyussuf's problems.
Trouble here meant there was
"Watch it," Willens, their driver, warned.