I had been in the shower when it went off, preparing myself to meet Westy again for evening meal. Several troopers were running toward me from the cookhouse having abandoned their food. ‘What’s happening?’ I demanded. ‘Man down, two platoon,’ one of the troopers shouted back at me as he passed, and a shiver shot down my spine. Somebody from my new platoon had been injured on patrol, or worse, killed. Gruesome images of dead comrades haunted my mind. ‘Corporal?’ A voice called from behind. ‘Not now, Patterson,’ I told the crow trooper gruffly as I left the accommodation corridor, ‘Stay there.’ Troopers in full combat equipment were filing into the elevators, presumably deploying to the surface to assist two platoon in some way. I knew there would be no room for me as well, so I ran up hundreds of metres of sloping corridors toward the lock rooms close to the surface of the warren. I didn’t know if I was going to be of any help at all, but I’d be damned if I sat in the platoon lines twiddling my thumbs while my platoon brought in casualties.
What do You think about LANCEJACK (The Union Series)?
