I nodded.
The gray men had a distinctdisadvantage. It’s not easy to run headlong down a mountain.Problems with angles, problem with rocks, problem with footing.Manytripped, fell forward, and rolled down the cliff, off its edge andinto the recently dug canyon. Their hands grabbed only air, andtheirfeet found nothing solid. They remained silent as they began theten-mile tumble.
I raised my rifle and fired, sendingred laser shots into gray soldiers. Like their colleagues, no soundcame from them, even when a laser ripped their heads apart, or blewahole in the chests. They collapsed silently and “died” silently.The noise of the pillbox was deafening. The guns sounded as loud asdrums when they fired. I flicked on some ear plugs and kept firing.As did Rab.
The gray men ran to the edge of theab
