CHAPTER THIRTEEN PART FOUR INTO THE LATAL GORGE
FROM PART THREE
They had used this maneuver on different missions. Maseru understood Tasca’s mindset on such matters, his sense of duty, of not letting anything interfere with completing the mission. “That could work, sir, but I don’t like you being the bait.” There was genuine concern in the Sergeant’s voice.”
With a disarming grin Tasca spoke: “In all my encounters with the Worlar they were always piss-poor shots unless they’re right on top of you and even then they had trouble hitting their targets. Since they’ll fire from a steep angle they’ll have to expose themselves and when they do…”
Careful, sir. You’ll give away my position,” Maseru said with a laugh.
“Well they’ll know soon enough, Sergeant.” The Colonel was counting on the Scavs’ curiosity to blunt their desire to open fire until he removed the supplies from the canister. “We’ll just have to chance it won’t we, Sergeant?”
“Like we’ve done throughout the mission. Hell it’ll be a cake walk, won’t it, sir?”
Tasca grinned, “Yeah, a cake walk, just like our last mission. Do you remember the time we were in the Red Zone, Sergeant?”
“Yeah quite an experience, sir.”
“Well this will be the same. Once we reach the mouth of the gorge I’ll take point. We’ll hug the left side maintaining a three-meter interval, stopping every hundred meters to engage the thermals. If the Scavs are hiding in the gorge their bodies will give off a cooler signature then the surrounding ground. Should the thopter shows signs of Scav movement, whisper mode. The last damn thing I want is the Scavs to know is we’ve spotted them.” Tasca’s plan was simple: work their way up the gorge and having located the canister, make for it and the protection the outcropping it provided.
“I agree, sir. At least we’ll have some protection from above, somewhat better than being caught out in the open.”
“I can’t argue with your assessment, Sergeant. Before we move forward, search the area behind us with your teledars while I search ahead.”
“Got it, sir.”
Satisfied his search showed nothing but uneven terrain; Tasca turned and looked at Maseru.
“Did you see anything, Sergeant?”
The frustrated look of his Maseru’s face told him his search had detected nothing. “Not a damned thing, sir. I really hate this.”
“If it makes you feel any better, so do I. We’ll launch the thopter when were six-hundred meters from the gorge. Once it’s airborne, your eyes will on the scanner. You ready, Sergeant?”
Maseru was annoyed beyond words, his growing frustration barely tempered by the knowledge that conflict would come soon enough. “As ever, Colonel.”
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