Jade roused himself and glanced up. Five minutes later the Marines were sitting on the fractured aspect of the roadway, ft dangling down into the abyss. Their LAV was parked up in the back of them. Webster was still in the lee of the rock face with McGrath and Johnson. The radio nevertheless pressed to his ear. He may want to hear muffled sounds. Like Borken had pressed his hand over the microphone and used to be using a walkie-talkie. He ought to hear his muffled voice alternating with crackly replies. Then he heard the hand come away and the voice come back again, loud and clear in the earpiece.
"OK, Webster, top work," Borken stated to him. "Our scouts can see all eight of them. So can our riflemen. If they move, they die. Who else have you received there with you?"
Webster paused. Mc
