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Invasion C.K. Chandra The heavy smoke not only obscured the sight of the battlefield, it was so chokingly dense that it made it hard for Jessup to breathe. The Lieutenant stopped his half crawl to lean against a burned out car while another fit of coughing racked his chest. When it finished he continued his slow progress, dragging his injured leg behind him. The last he had heard there had still been a group of holdouts defending the power station at the harbor. He hoped they had some kind of medic available to them. If not, he was sure he'd lose his leg. A random gust of wind blew the worst of the smoke away for a few moments giving him a view of what lay ahead, and his breath froze in his throat. One of the huge enemy weapons platforms lifted above the burned out shell of a building. It was festooned with gun turrets which were all tracking back and forth, searching for targets. One stopped, it's muzzle pointed directly at him. Within moment all the wepons were trained on him. In a futile display of resistance |
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