#16843: There was a muted chorus of hooahs from the soldiers, and McDaniels
heard
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Rittenour shrug out of their heavy packs. Gartrell tapped him on the
shoulder with something hard,
metallic. McDaniels turned, and saw three magazines of nine millimeter in
his hand.
"They were Derwitz's," he said. "You'd better take them. Also have some
more pistol ammo for
you as well." Gartrell handed over another three magazines, and McDaniels
pocketed them.
The van glided to a halt, and Finelly slammed it into gear.
"Let's go," McDaniels said, and he snapped the door open and jumped out
into the night.
The rain had stopped completely some time ago, and now the wind was
abating. Overhead, the
clouds thinned, and McDaniels saw the spectral halo of the moon. He
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open the van's side door. Gartrell emerged, and behind him, Wolf Safire
regarded the dark street
beyond with blinking eyes. McDaniels reached in and grabbed his arm as
Finelly hobbled around the
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Safire stepped out into the night, his head snapping this way and
that like a bird's. Nearby zombies shuffled along, their attention focused
mostly on the ship in the
river as it fired on the shoreline. That wouldn't last for long, McDaniels
knew. He was eager to get
going, but he waited for Regina to get situated with Finelly and Zoe to be
parted from her father by
Gartrell. Everyone worked silently. No words were spoken. It didn't take
very long for the group to
get organized. McDaniels nodded once and led them toward the sidewalk that
was covered by the
scaffolding and blue-painted plywood. It was quite dark under the
scaffolding's cover, and he
intended to use the darkness to their advantage.
As he walked, he contacted the Escanaba and informed the Coast Guardsman
on the other side
what the plan was.
"Got that, major. The captain says he'll halt the attack the second you
give the word."
"Roger that. Six out." Behind him, Safire shuffled along, his fingers
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belt. McDaniels panned his head from left to right and back again at
regular intervals, as the NVGs
had only a 40 degree field of view. This was the only way to avoid
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remain aware of what was going on around them in the big picture.
As McDaniels led Safire toward the corner of 80th and East End, a zed
shuffled around the
corner and moved toward them. Through his goggles, McDaniels saw the ghoul
was unaware of their
approach; its face registered none of the usual excitement they exhibited
whenever the opportunity to
feed presented itself, and its eyes were mostly fixed on a point somewhere
in infinity. It tottered
toward them, dragging one foot behind the other, its jeans and denim shirt
speckled with black
droplets. Blood. McDaniels took a
[http://Julesjacobs49.Edublogs.org/2014/05/28/the-economics-of-middle-
class-warfare/ deep breath] and raised his rifle to his shoulder. Not for
the first
time, he wished the suppressor at the end of the MP5's barrel worked
exactly like they were
supposed to in the movies: a gentle spitting sound, and then the zombie
would simply collapse into a
heap. None of the other ghouls surrounding them would ever know a thing.
Unfortunately, it didn't
work that way.
More ghouls milled about in the street, slowly walking toward the
pyrotechnics caused by the
Escanaba's barrage. McDaniels quietly spoke into his headset's boom
microphone.
"Escanaba, Terminator Six... I need you to start hitting the intersection
with your big guns, can
you do that? We're about twenty meters west of it, over."
"Terminator, Escanaba. We can shift fires that way, but we need to
reposition the boat. In the
meantime, you'd better fall back, over."
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group stopped suddenly. It moaned and
shambled toward them as quickly as its stiff legs could carry it. Other
stenches in the street turned
toward the sound, their interest obviously piqued. Behind him, McDaniels
heard the rest of the
soldiers raise their weapons and prepare to engage. Safire's grip
tightened on McDaniels' belt.
"We need that to happen right now, Escanaba, or we're dead. Six out."
McDaniels raised his
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