Sergeant Wright yelled from just inside the transport. The soldiers ran down the ramp and took up positions in an inverted U shape around the end of the plane. The soldiers were, to a man, veterans of recent overseas operations. This was not, however, a search for insurgents in the poorer areas of Baghdad or a jaunt through the dusty streets of Kabul in the back of a Humvee. This was Canada, just a hundred-plus miles from the U.S. border, and the enemy here didn’t wield AK-47s or RPGs, nor did they plant IEDs on the side of the road. That shit was for humans. “What the…” one soldier said as he got into position on one knee. A large mass of foamers surged along the runway toward the rear of the plane. “Jesus, whatever the hell they are, we got ‘em on the sides, too!” The residual light from the C-17 and the Global Express, plus the flames on the side of the runway, was enough for the soldiers to see they were outnumbered.
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