Red lights flashed on her eyeball as her heads-up display demanded her attention. She ignored them.Mary had five moles laying a minefield for her. Mines were tricky beasts. Laying a field from underground was a tight bitch, not to be left to unsupervised remotes. Twitching her right hand, she froze them in place.Mary twisted her right wrist and blinked twice, cycling her heads-up display to the screen her alarms were so hot on. The newly deployed infrared sensors were screaming about hot targets. But there weren't supposed to be any— yet!She chinned her mike to a new channel. “Lek, we got a problem. Either our sensors are spooked, or the colonials got here without you knowing.”“Not bloody likely,” the old guy said with a chuckle. “Check the angles from the two outer sensors, girl. We've picked up the Colly attack fleet coming around Elmo Four!”“Acid crap,” Mary swore. “They're that sensitive!”“Bet they made a fuel scoop and got their balloon heat shields out, “Dumont said beside her, “What a ride for real, not just a vid-game,”
