Jason heard a commotion behind him. A gruff voice carried over the battlefield. “Easy, everyone, I’m here to help.”
Jason looked at the newcomer, a huge fellow wearing fatigues more or less like the Marines on the other side of the gate.
The stranger held out his hand. “Wolf Griffin.” Wolf looked past Jason at the opposing position. “Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle here.”
Jason growled, “I don’t suppose you brought any heavy weaponry, did you?”
Wolf chuckled. “Sorry. I can maybe offer some advice.”
Jason frowned. “If you’re gonna tell us to stand down, forget it.”
Wolf frowned back. “What exactly do you want, anyway?”
Wolf was watching Jason try to formulate an actual demand when bullets started whining around them, cratering the pavement and Jason’s pickup truck. Both he and
