"Contact. All teams stand by: enemy contact, my position."
The Sargent knew there were probably more then a hundred of them -- motion sencors were off the scale. He wanted to see them for himself, though; his training made that lesson clear : "machines break, eyes dont."
The 4 soldiers that composed Blue-team covered his back, standing absolutly silent and imoble in their A7X combat armor. Someone had once commented that they looked like greek war gods in that armor...But his soldiers were far more effective and ruthless than Homers Gods had ever been.
He sneaked the fiber-optic probe up and over the 3-meter-high stone ridge. When it was in place, the Sargent linked it to his helmets heads-up display.
On the other side he saw a valley with eroded rock walls and a river mendering through it... And camped along the banks as far as he could see, were runts.

TO BE CONTINUED

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