He was doing the math based on his observation of the dockside battlefield and trying to figure out how many remained in the fight while his head cleared and his hearing gradually returned to a ringing version of normal. He was fairly sure neither Felodon nor Nasuton were among the casualties he’d seen. That likely meant they were somewhere among the shooters in the palm grove to his left-front.
He sat up carefully, reached for his radio and came up with a tangle of loose wires. The mini-transceiver was gone, probably ripped from his gear by the rocket detonation. Hunter turned to Christofferson and pointed at the man’s headset. “Push Dubbya-Dee and tell him the HVTs are likely in his area. Be damn sure he doesn’t blow ’em away.”
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