Shake was sipping tea from a mess-kit tin when the first shots smacked into the trees near where the engineers were working. They scattered rapidly reaching instinctively for unloaded weapons as Shake and Mike proned out on the ground near the fire. “What the hell is that?” Mike low-crawled to a covered position where he could look out over the linear clearing and spotted muzzle flashes lighting up the treeline on the other side. He pointed as Shake joined him, and they counted at least four weapons all chattering with the familiar crack and cadence of AK-47s lighting up from positions among the trees. Most of the incoming rounds were flying high, tearing small branches and leaves from the surrounding trees.
“It’s no drill, that’s for sure.” Shake craned around as another burst of fire fl
