D for Dog Company deployed off the Via Rinaldo and hit the west edge of the ‘ville at speed.
Which only aggravated Major Rodrigo Christensen’s already aching kidneys and backside further.
His shock couch had gone soft side up a hundred klicks ago, there had been no time to repair it and the Major was not the kind of officer who would then swap places with an unlucky sub.
The six wheeled, high riding suspension of the Fed standard tank made for a stable firing platform and was stellar as far as mines and IEDs but the ride could be murder if you weren’t strapped in nice and snug. And the slightly heavier turret of the Clibanarius version made the ride all that much more…exciting.
He ignored the background inter-vehicle chatter, watching his HUD for the carats of the ‘friendlies’ to his twelve; the carats flashed blue and the ID tagged them as combat cars ( a silly name in the Major’s opinion) of The Slammers. He addressed his troop, “Combat front. Maneuver Nine through the off-worlders, engage the New Israelis and secure this flank.”
|Government forces, supported by Slammer's combat cars, advance into the settlement.|