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that the enemy couldn’t see or shoot them in their current posi-
tion.
“You still have long-range missiles?”
“Affirmative. Two salvos left. Shoot them or lose them, as we tell
the sibling companies.”
“Load. Target these coordinates,” he fed in a string of numbers
from his tactical display. “You break right, I’ll go left. Fire at the
coordinates, not the enemy.”
“This worked for you once, what makes you think it will again?”
she chided.
“These are Wolves.”
“And what are we?” she invited. It was common with the Warriors
of his clan. It opened their battle cry. He toggled to the broadband
channel.
“Wolverines!” The howl was almost guttural, a battle cry from
the pit of his stomach.
They rushed their BattleMechs forward and came from around
the brush firing as they charged. At the same time the Wolves,
who had come close together, did the same. The Wolves’ shots
were dead on. A spray of missiles and lasers rattled and seared
his Pulverizer, mangling his legs and torso. Trish’s Exterminator
took considerably more damage from the two ’Mechs she had en-
gaged. It tumbled and fell the moment its missiles left the tubes.
The Exterminator furrowed the slope of the slight rise in the ground,
hissing in the cool muck and water. His tactical display told him
that Trish was out of the fight.
The missiles they had fired were not at the enemy, but at the
swamp itself. Two years earlier, he had learned of the pockets of
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natural methane that brewed up in the swamp. The mud that they
had found there was not black swamp mud, but natural tar. That
section of the swamp was a fire trap in the waiting – a trap that
Star Colonel Ward’s force had entered.
Their own shots had set off the clouds of methane in the air. The
fires had spread instantly with a thunderous, hissing blast that
roared down to the tar. The missiles tore into the ground around
them, opening up more pockets of the gas and igniting it instantly.
The blasts almost toppled all three of the Wolves. The legs of their
’Mechs were covered with sticky tar. The Mercury attempted to
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run, but only carried the flames with it. After a few steps the heat