LAMPS FOR SLAUGHTER
Unwrapping the darkened smoke veil arising from the many downed vehicles, a new IF wave probed the entrenched Portuguese unit’s shrinking perimeter shamelessly. Their proximity successfully put an end to Bruna’s trump card, which she had used beautifully to great effect; the numerous burning wrecks were a testimony to her endurance and discipline under fire. “How far are they?” The radio operator redirecting coordinates to the UL’s artillery asked with serenity in her voice, but absent of emergency. She knew he was unaware of the dire conditions she was in, but the way he uncaringly asked how far the enemy was, made her scream to the radio in annoyance. “Here, I’ll let you talk to them!” Throwing the useless radio aside now that requesting artillery strikes had become ineffective and
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