A Rebellion Renewed“We are enduring heavy fire!” Hiro's voice blasted through the speakers of my helmet, piercing my eardrums. The sounds of gunfire erupted in the background. “Grappa and Shrade are down!”
Cantrell dragged a bar stool over to the lone slotted window in the corner. Despite his tall stature, he had to stand on his toes in order to obtain an angle of sight through the window. “DAMN!” he roared and fumbled to get his helmet on.
“What's going on out there?” I asked.
A shell fragment pierced the wall about six inches from Cantrell's knee. “What's going on?” he repeated incredulously. “It's a war out there and my men are getting slaughtered. That's what is going on.”
He hopped off the stool and moved toward the entrance. He gripped his rifle tightly, pointing the barrel at th
