The figure was about fifty, sixty metres away. A torch light glowed from the barrel of its lasgun, the pale beam gently moving back and forth as its wielder slowly paced, leaves gently crunching under its boots. The soldier’s breath created small, white clouds in front of his face as his eyes stared into space.
He had no chance.
Corporal Moxiter, 22 Jaeger crept silently up behind his target, features covered by face scarf and hood, and grabbed the sentry by the throat. The man’s attempts to shout out, to break free from the Jaeger’s iron grip, were swiftly ended by the dagger that Moxiter drove into the side of his neck. The corpse went limp in his arms.
‘Lone Wolf One. One sentry down.’
‘Have that Wolf One. Moving up.’
Captain Antaeus led the rest of the ground force out of the treeline, almost invisible in their dark uniforms and body armour.
‘Rifles One and Two, take up positions.’
‘Moving.’ Phenton and Dwynan moved quickly, keeping low as they sprinted through the trees towards their firing positions above the target building.
‘Sabre One, Sabre Two. Prepare for drop.’
‘Sabre One, ready.’
‘Sabre Two, all set.’
‘Rifle One and Two, we’re in position.’
‘Drop Sabres, go!’
Sergeant Actaon slid down the rope, spiralling around it as he descended from the warm interior of the Valkyrie. The drop was long so that enemies on the ground would not hear the carrier’s powerful engines. Below, he saw two flashes of lasfire: the sentries outside the building, engaged by the Jaeger snipers.
‘Sabre teams, weapons free!’
There were three enemies on the roof, looking up as the steel ropes his the floor, but the Jaegers were upon them: hell carbines flashed and the soldiers hit the floor, lasguns clattering to the ground.
‘Ground teams moving into position.’
The two four-man Sabre squads ran to the edges of the roof, attaching metal hooks to the railings, which they then clipped onto their belts.
‘All attached, ready to go.’
The eight Jaegers abseiled down the side of the building. One Sabre halted above the large plate-glass window, Two Sabre descending further down to ground level.
‘Rifle One and Two. Fire.’
Phenton and Dwynan opened fire on the waindow above which Sabre One were dangling, suspended by their ropes. The long-las blasts weakened the glass, causing splintering spiderweb-cracks to form all along the semi-transparent surface.
‘Go go go!’
The Jaegers swung back on their ropes, and then forwards, pendulum-like, into the glass, tossing grenades through as their boots crushed the window, spitting fragments onto the walkway on which they landed as they released the snap-locks on their ropes and raised their weapons, green targeting beams sweeping the dimly-lit train station interior. There were shouts from below as separatist troops scrambled for weapons, shielding themselves from the shards of glass. The grenades exploded, clouds of thick black vapour billowing from the split canisters and coiling around the soldiers as hell carbine fire spat down from the walkway.