Lyashev’s warning kicks every guardswoman and -man into full activity. Up on the water tower Link starts frantically searching for the enemy with his magnoculars. Silas and Gregoric put their gastronomical bragging aside to get into the weapon nest with LaChance and “Tosca”. Up north Tross and Nevin got up against their sandbags, eyes like those of hawks scannning for prey. Thomas making room for the incomprehensible Geordie as he returned.
Perhaps it was the sudden activity in the camp but the drones, who had begun to spread out in all directions, quickly doves back into to cover. On the wind came the faint sound of activity and upset shouting, too distant to make out any words.
If there were any doubts left remaining they were now gone: the enemy was most definitely in the swamp and… there were more than a handful of them.
Marida’s scouts spread out along the southern and western perimeter, following their sergeant’s command to keep their eyes out for any incoming enemy in those directions. More so from the south than the west. The arcane sigils of the red priesthood danced in Marida’s vision as her bionic eye came alive once more.
To the north, the lieutenant slipped into the stubber nest with Geordie, #6732-D and Thomas and squinted down the road leading down from the ridge. Gesturing with his lho-stub as if to indicate the movement from the treeline up the road. ”When they get up the road, hold fire until they have crossed a few paces. Try to catch them in the open. If they’re already shooting or coming up with grenades, don’t wait just shoot them. “
Waiting just for a moment for a confirmation or questions he then headed across the ward over to where Krast, Tross and Nevin were sitting in cover. ”Krast! That stubber nest is what’s going to keep the enemy from coming up the road. You keep them firing. Understand?”
With that the lieutenant got into a jog southwards towards the centre of the hamlet, reaching for the vox bead in his ear as he moved sotuhwards. ++Becket. I need eyes on any and all potential flanking routes and an estimate how many of them there are.++
Over in the mortar pit, Montgomery hears the rather agitated voice of Link sitting up in the water tower. Next to him Briggs is actively making sure everything is within reach for when he needs it. ++Can’t make anything out yet, sarge. There’s activity in the trees but can’t see them yet. Drones dove back into the trees when we spotted them. ++
At that moment the lieutenant comes up to the mortar pit, kneeling down so that Montgomery can hear him properly without him having to raise him voice. Tossing him a set of keys as he spoke. ”Sergeant major. I don’t want anyone mentioning the supply depot on the vox, just in case the enemy is listening. Furthermore, under no circumstances can it be allowed to fall into enemy hands. I want it rigged to blow in case we’re forced to withdraw. I’m going to be up north to keep my eyes on what happens there. “((You have the final moments of calm before all hell breaks loose. Anything you want to do before it happens?))