The Dotari Salvation (Terran Strike Marines Book 1) by Richard Fox & Scott Moon

Author:Richard Fox & Scott Moon [Fox, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Triplane Press
Published: 2018-02-06T22:00:00+00:00

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Hoffman measured the hallway with his helmet optics, tagging each opening he detected, whether it be a hallway or a hatch, in his combat computer, then motioned King over.

“I know what you’re thinking,” King said. “A tactical retreat in a straight hallway relies on speed, prayer, and cover fire.”

“Options?” Hoffman asked.

King faced the sound of banshees at the far end of one hallway, then the silent hallway leading to the hangar.

“We should split Garrison from Adams and team him with Duke,” King said. “They can give our pursuers the improvised device-sniper combo. Garrison sets traps, Duke shoots the bastards as they try to avoid them or—better yet—flop around on the deck with massive injuries inciting chaos within the enemy ranks. Buy us time to get some distance.”

Hoffman nodded. “Good. What else?”

“Put Lo’thar with Booker. He’s our principal and having our medic close probably isn’t a bad idea. You need Max when we try to contact Bradford or the Barca, I’ll move up to the point position with Adams.”

“Works,” Hoffman said, then opened a link to the rest of the team. “Garrison, switch to rearguard with Duke and start dropping some toe poppers for the banshees.”

“It’s always the right time for explosions,” Garrison said as he moved.

Hoffman chuckled with the rest of the team. “Adams, I hate to do this to you, but King’s your new partner on point. Booker, you’re with Lo’thar in position two. Max, you’re with me. Aside from staying alive, I want you thinking about how we’re going to contact Bradford and gold squad. Opal, you’re with me.”

King paused before moving to his new position. Hoffman faced the gunnery sergeant and waited.

“I remember the banshees from that god-awful Last Stand at Takeni movie,” King said over the team channel. “They’re a hell of a lot worse in person. Move it, team. Contrary to what Hale and the others said in that movie, today is not a good day to die.”

Garrison opened his helmet visor after he passed Hoffman and Max, scratched his nascent sideburns, then dropped the visor. Moving toward the banshee screams, he unbuckled his pack and dropped it to the deck. Duke covered him.

Hoffman checked the position of each Strike Marine. “Team move.” Moments later, they arrived at an intersection of thick bulkheads. Using the reinforced corners for protection, they aimed their weapons to cover Garrison and Duke when they came running.

Garrison shaped a charge of plastic explosives, packed it with Dotari nuts and bolts, then wrapped detonating cord around it twice.

“You’re going to blow your wad on the first trap,” Duke muttered.

“Do I tell you how to handle your boom stick? No, I don’t. A little professional courtesy if you please. Move and set, I’ll cover,” Garrison said. With reverent hands, he lifted his latest creation, examined it, and reached up to place it eye level to a banshee. “My baby’s so beautiful I can barely bring myself to leave her to these monsters.”

“That you have all ten fingers is why I believe in you.

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