“I’m starting to think I don’t know them, though.” “They do,” said Kira, looking at Heron’s eyes as she approached. He gestured to Heron, climbing up from under the bridge with Tomas, the demolitions tech. “They came out of nowhere,” said the man he was one of the humans Kira had sent ahead, though she couldn’t remember his name.
Someone waved them forward to the bridge. In this weather, though, removing it would buy Kira’s people a few precious hours. The close buildings gave way to a wide, empty parking lot, and then they reached the bridge-the ocean inlet it crossed was narrow, barely thirty feet wide at the most, and it wouldn’t hold the army for long. Bodies lay in the snow, already half-buried by the relentless storm. Cars and buildings and lampposts loomed like ghosts on the edge of their vision. “Let’s go,” said Marcus, and Samm gave them another burst of covering fire as they helped Green to his feet and ran forward through the howling storm. She glanced from Samm to Marcus and back to Samm again. She’d thought he was gone for good, trapped on the other side of the wasteland.
She nodded, trying to say the same thing back, but it came out as a confused mumble. It was a simple sentence, but the link data that came with it was so powerful it made her hands tremble. She looked at him, her heart still twisting at the confusion of seeing him here. “Get your people to safety, and wait for my signal. “I’ll be right behind you,” said Samm, and Kira saw now that there were other soldiers with him, dug in across the width of the road. Kira looked ahead, trying to spot it, but it was impossible to see anything that far through the snowfall. I’ll hold this line to give you and Heron more time.” “I have a pistol in my side holster,” said Samm, firing another quick burst. “He saved our lives-if you don’t kiss him, I’m going to.” “Go ahead and kiss him,” said Marcus, throwing himself down behind the same car for cover. “Why? What about the Preserve? I thought I’d. He kept his eyes on the road to the east and fired another short, controlled burst from his rifle. “Where did you come from?” Kira demanded.
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