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.The heat was briefly intense.He rolled back to see the machine trundle forward a few more meters, most of its top half blown away,the bottom a furnace.It rolled away, mindless and blind.Behind it, illuminated by the flames, came agleaming squad of T-90s, the skeletal Terminators, red eye sensors gleaming, grinning withhuman-shaped teeth.John barked an order and the artillery behind him opened fire again 25mm chain guns this time,mounted on Humvees.The killing machines scattered like bowling pins in the blast, parts twinkling awaylike stars in flight.Those on the outside of the explosion were struck dormant for a few seconds.Stoopedover, John ran forward and shot a blast into the head of the nearest Terminator.The one beyond it cameslowly back to life, found its plasma rifle by feel, and began to raise it.A burst of fire blinded it and John himself fired again, destroying it.He turned to the soldier with theflamethrower and found it was a young woman no, a girl.If she was more than fifteen, he'd be amazed."Thanks," he said briefly, feeling suddenly senior."Sweep these bushes; confuse their sensors so that wecan move in under cover.""Yes, sir."She went to work and in moments the heat was almost more than he could stand.He was squinting, lipspulled back from his teeth in a grimace.But the girl had her visor down and what expression he could seewas serene.It was weird to feel safe enough to bring his people through in all this light, but the machineshad difficulty adjusting their sensors to this much heat.John gave the order and men and women camestreaming through, scattering over the rocky terrain."Careful," he said."Spring boxes." You could almost feel the tension go up.Everybody hated thosethings.Below, an HK moved into position. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Clear the gap," John shouted, and soldiers dived away from the rise and the burning bushes; he rolleddown the hill toward the factory, stopping himself by grabbing onto a low-growing bush.The Hunter-Killer fired and the ground behind him heaved and burned in the blast, the rocks themselvesmelting.It moved forward and John could tell that it was going to sweep the ground behind him indescending arcs.Even blind, that would allow it to do maximum damage."Fire!" he shouted.That blast would give the artillery some idea of trajectory.All around the HK were Terminators, also blind, no doubt.They would wait for their big brother tofinish; then they would come forward to mop up any resistance.Only two HKs, John thought.And none of the flying kind, thank God.But what did it mean? Why was the factory so lightly guarded? His eyes went to the factory itself.Theouter surface was honeycombed with little rectangular slots for the spring boxes; it looked like some kindof high-tech nest.The thought made him swallow.On the roof were antennae that would directly connectit to Skynet.Nodoubt the bastard is watching this right now , he thought.He got some satisfaction in knowingthat Skynet wasn't seeing any more than its creatures could show it.Lots of white heat haze and blackbackground, and the same thing from orbit.The factory was small up top, but he knew from experience that it could go down as many as six levels.A place like this would probably have no human slaves.They'd check, just to be sure, but there had beenno signs of cultivation, as there usually were when humans were present.Nor any sign of a waste dump.Still.Skynet was a tricky bugger.And these days every human life was of value.And now for the really tricky question, he thought.Now, if I were my mom, where would I be ?"Major Hopkins," he said aloud."Standard attack on the factory.Give me a schematic is there anoutlying relay com dish?""Yes, sir.Just about& here."The data came in over John's optic; he noted it, and matched the view to the terrain."Which meansMom is over there," he said."HQ squad, follow me!"An IR scan showed a thermal bloom halfway up another one of the endless rocky hills; there wasanother on top, where the melted remains of a transmission tower showed.Good tactics, Mom, he thought.Taking that out would reduce the enemy's coordination throughout thearea.Getting trapped in a cave, not so hot.The ruins of the machines were thick about the entry to the cave; which meant Sarah's squad wasprobably about out of charge and ammo."Mortars," he said."Gimme a strike on the following position."* * * Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSarah was propped up against a rock outcropping, giving orders to a young man who knelt on one kneeby her side.A medic was just fitting her arm into a sling."AH!" Sarah barked.She glared at the medic, then, turning away, sullenly apologized.There was a large bandage wrapping the greater part of her shoulder, showing a seepage of blood at thecenter, and burn cream glistened on her neck and upper arm.Dark circles surrounded her eyes likeshiners, but it was exhaustion and too little food that had put them there [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The heat was briefly intense.He rolled back to see the machine trundle forward a few more meters, most of its top half blown away,the bottom a furnace.It rolled away, mindless and blind.Behind it, illuminated by the flames, came agleaming squad of T-90s, the skeletal Terminators, red eye sensors gleaming, grinning withhuman-shaped teeth.John barked an order and the artillery behind him opened fire again 25mm chain guns this time,mounted on Humvees.The killing machines scattered like bowling pins in the blast, parts twinkling awaylike stars in flight.Those on the outside of the explosion were struck dormant for a few seconds.Stoopedover, John ran forward and shot a blast into the head of the nearest Terminator.The one beyond it cameslowly back to life, found its plasma rifle by feel, and began to raise it.A burst of fire blinded it and John himself fired again, destroying it.He turned to the soldier with theflamethrower and found it was a young woman no, a girl.If she was more than fifteen, he'd be amazed."Thanks," he said briefly, feeling suddenly senior."Sweep these bushes; confuse their sensors so that wecan move in under cover.""Yes, sir."She went to work and in moments the heat was almost more than he could stand.He was squinting, lipspulled back from his teeth in a grimace.But the girl had her visor down and what expression he could seewas serene.It was weird to feel safe enough to bring his people through in all this light, but the machineshad difficulty adjusting their sensors to this much heat.John gave the order and men and women camestreaming through, scattering over the rocky terrain."Careful," he said."Spring boxes." You could almost feel the tension go up.Everybody hated thosethings.Below, an HK moved into position. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Clear the gap," John shouted, and soldiers dived away from the rise and the burning bushes; he rolleddown the hill toward the factory, stopping himself by grabbing onto a low-growing bush.The Hunter-Killer fired and the ground behind him heaved and burned in the blast, the rocks themselvesmelting.It moved forward and John could tell that it was going to sweep the ground behind him indescending arcs.Even blind, that would allow it to do maximum damage."Fire!" he shouted.That blast would give the artillery some idea of trajectory.All around the HK were Terminators, also blind, no doubt.They would wait for their big brother tofinish; then they would come forward to mop up any resistance.Only two HKs, John thought.And none of the flying kind, thank God.But what did it mean? Why was the factory so lightly guarded? His eyes went to the factory itself.Theouter surface was honeycombed with little rectangular slots for the spring boxes; it looked like some kindof high-tech nest.The thought made him swallow.On the roof were antennae that would directly connectit to Skynet.Nodoubt the bastard is watching this right now , he thought.He got some satisfaction in knowingthat Skynet wasn't seeing any more than its creatures could show it.Lots of white heat haze and blackbackground, and the same thing from orbit.The factory was small up top, but he knew from experience that it could go down as many as six levels.A place like this would probably have no human slaves.They'd check, just to be sure, but there had beenno signs of cultivation, as there usually were when humans were present.Nor any sign of a waste dump.Still.Skynet was a tricky bugger.And these days every human life was of value.And now for the really tricky question, he thought.Now, if I were my mom, where would I be ?"Major Hopkins," he said aloud."Standard attack on the factory.Give me a schematic is there anoutlying relay com dish?""Yes, sir.Just about& here."The data came in over John's optic; he noted it, and matched the view to the terrain."Which meansMom is over there," he said."HQ squad, follow me!"An IR scan showed a thermal bloom halfway up another one of the endless rocky hills; there wasanother on top, where the melted remains of a transmission tower showed.Good tactics, Mom, he thought.Taking that out would reduce the enemy's coordination throughout thearea.Getting trapped in a cave, not so hot.The ruins of the machines were thick about the entry to the cave; which meant Sarah's squad wasprobably about out of charge and ammo."Mortars," he said."Gimme a strike on the following position."* * * Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSarah was propped up against a rock outcropping, giving orders to a young man who knelt on one kneeby her side.A medic was just fitting her arm into a sling."AH!" Sarah barked.She glared at the medic, then, turning away, sullenly apologized.There was a large bandage wrapping the greater part of her shoulder, showing a seepage of blood at thecenter, and burn cream glistened on her neck and upper arm.Dark circles surrounded her eyes likeshiners, but it was exhaustion and too little food that had put them there [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]