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"Patch me in on Tac Two." While he waited, Storm asked, "Mr. Blake, is there any way we can find out what's going on in Twilight?"
"I have a man there, but I can't get in touch in a hurry. We have to wait till he finds some way to smuggle his microtapes out."
"That's no good. I need an idea of what's happening right now, today, not what was going on last month."
"Why?"
"I smell something rotten."
"Patched, Gneaus," Cassius said. "You won't get anything but snow on visual."
"I'll see if we can enhance. Switch it." He waited a few seconds. A 2 appeared momentarily. "Sky Writer, Sky Writer, this is Andiron, over." No response. "Sky Writer, Sky Writer, this is Andiron, do you read me, over."
"Andiron, Andiron, this is Blackwood. Sky Writer has lost lasecomm, over." The response was barely audible.
Storm whispered to a tech, "Who's Blackwood?"
The technician checked his charts. "Bill Allen, sir. In one of Colonel Darksword's crawlers."
"Blackwood, Blackwood, this is Andiron. Relay to Sky Writer. Query your position. Query can you relay visual of laager, over."
"Andiron, Andiron, this is Blackwood, relaying to Sky Writer. I read you loud. Am at point Romeo Tango X-Ray, engaged. Visual follows, over."
"Picture coming in," Storm said. "Enhance it."
A deep darkness, waxing and waning behind static snow, appeared before Storm. It wavered till the computer found how best to enhance it.
The darkness was broken occasionally by the fire-lances of laseca
"Why are they lighting up?" Storm asked. From behind him, Korando replied, "They're putting up their solar screens. That will stop the lighter laseca
Storm leaned closer. "Those rigs look smaller than their military crawlers. Korando. What kind of units are they?"
"Pumpers and charters. Mostly old stuff. What I'd guess they'd be using for hauling supplies."
"Blackwood, Blackwood, this is Andiron. Query, Classes of defensive fire received, over."
"Andiron, Andiron, this is Blackwood. Receiving light projectile fire. Have silenced one laseca
"Wormdoom, Wormdoom, this is Andiron, do you read me? Over."
"Andiron, Andiron, this is Wormdoom," Cassius replied. "Switching to secure comm. Wormdoom out."
Shifting to the scrambled trunk, Storm said, "Cassius, they've replaced their heavy stuff with obsolete mining equipment. Watch for something coming out of sunlight. You might move up some artillery and armor. Go ahead with the blast. It's too late for Wulf to help you anyway. Try to get this lot to surrender. If you don't get hurt, and can push far enough past them, a sunlight sweep wouldn't be able to get back to friendly territory."
"I'm working along those lines already," Cassius replied. "Gneaus, if that's it, it's likely to be bloody. What's wrong over there? This isn't Richard's style. There's no need for an attack. And Me
Remembering what it had been like out there, pe
"Maybe. But I can think of a more probable cause. There are enough Dees over there to wreck a galaxy. I've got to get back and stay on top of this. Keep watching. I'll check in later."
"Later." Storm rose, surveyed the room. He moved a chair to its center, seated himself. From there he could hear all the monitors and see the big board. He completely forgot his guests. Thurston received a curt nod when he brought a tankard of coffee.
The razor's edge of Now swept forward, turning future into past. Hours groaned away, creaking on rusty hinges. Wulf took the laager under heavy fire. One of his crawlers ran on out along the cliff top, planted charges that would drop a rockfall behind Hawksblood's men. Wulf's fire wrecked several Meacham crawlers. The laager broke. The big units, ma
The Twilight fighting crawlers swept in from sunlight on a well-organized front two hundred kilometers wide, far behind Cassius.
"No doubt about it," Storm muttered as he watched the situation develop.
"Father?" Thurston asked.
"There's a crazy man ru
The thirty Meacham crawlers attacked everything man-made, including hospitals, refuge stations, and recreation domes, all of which had been clearly marked for what they were. The crawlers maintained a grim comm silence throughout the action.
Albin Korando observed, "It looks like they don't want each other to know what they're doing. It doesn't take any military genius to know that our comm nets would let us watch every one of them."
"Curious, isn't it?" Storm said.
The Legion bent. Forewarned, it broke nowhere. The attack was still on when Storm said, "We've got them. They're going to be sorry they tried this. This might mean the whole war."
Before long the others began to see what he meant. One by one, Hawksblood's military crawlers were being disabled or forced back into sunlight. The specially designed military units were Richard's most potent tool. He was losing them fast, and would lose more when the retreating units tried to get back into the Shadowline.
A Lt. Col. Gunter Havik commanded the forces opposite Cassius. He had been Walters's student in Academy and had served with Storm in Confederation's Marines. He was the archetypal mercenary officer. He surrendered the moment it became clear that his position was untenable.
The modern freecorps would fight no heroic, doomed Stalingrads. Not when there was no known tactical or strategic justification. Glory was an epitaph for fools.
Cassius immediately started ferrying troops round the rockfall and digging them in for the return of Hawksblood's fighting crawlers. He did not expect to have much difficulty forcing their surrender. Most would be ru
Wulf's force withdrew to the Shadowline to recuperate from its extended exposure to the demon sun.
Storm glanced at a clock and realized that he had been in the war room, awake and intensely attentive, for twenty-two hours. Even iron man Thurston had taken a few hours to nap. Thurston started to suggest that he do the same.
"I was just thinking that," Storm told his son. "I can't do anything here anyway. It's all on Cassius right now. Get me up if it begins to go sour."
In the Shadowline, of course, the only sleep for the men involved was the big one. No one would rest till the issue was decided.
Blake was on hand when Storm returned. He did not seem pleased.
"What's his problem?" Storm asked Thurston.
"Casualty figures been coming in."
"Bad?"
"Not good."
Battle's confusion had begun to resolve itself into a grim statistical portrait, Storm saw when he checked the unit reports.
The first big battle in the Shadowline, still under way, would be a resounding victory for Edgeward. The laager had been broken. All but a handful of the attacking battle crawlers had been taken out. Cassius, with every available man and machine, facing light resistance, was racing toward the point where Twilight's supply line intercepted the Shadowline. He would reach it in four days if Hawksblood could not stop him. The war could be over before the end of the week.