McCabe noted the cuts and bruises across their faces and their haggard postures. Slivers of sympathy cut into him, and he gave the slightest nod of understanding rather than offering a challenge.
“How are we to break them?” he asked. “We’re outnumbered and outgunned. I saw those tunnels they dug outside the base. They can pump as many reinforcements and supplies as they need. Unless we regain air superiority or a steady influx of our own replacement personnel, we won’t be able to hold out for much longer.”
“Follow me,” Dub said and limped to the nearest smouldering body.
Exchanging nods, the Black Visors kicked at the burning corpse until it rolled off the walkway and plummeted below. They repeated the exercise with the other smoking carcass and hobbled back to the breach. Dub lingered
