Loading," she called out, dropping to one knee and fishing her last pistol magazine from her harness. "Last mag," she added as she slapped it home and thumbed the slide release.
Deep within his brain, in a portion not currently focused on fighting for his life and the lives of the women beside him, David congratulated himself on spending so much time training the ladies in loading drills and battlefield communication. Another, slightly larger, portion of his brain was proud at how well they had applied the hard training in the last few desperate minutes. They were performing better than some of the soldiers he had served with. The rest of his brain was scrambling for a way out of this mess.
"Sapphire!" he called out, his mind had either been struck with a moment of brilliance, or a sudde
