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Angel 6
by David Wainio |
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Stark Hills near Holth Forest
Tukayyid
19 May 3052
“We gotta move pal,” came Mike’s familiar voice from near his head. “Bossman’ll have my hide if I leave you here like this. Head downhill towards that big chunk of armor.”
Terry squinted down the slope and saw the wreckage his Six-mate was referring to. It looked like a right side hull piece from his own ‘Mech. Somehow the light blue, cigar chomping, winged Black Knight that was the Guardian Angel’s unit insignia had emerged from the firestorm unscathed on the armor patch even while the white paint around it was burnt and pitted.
“Don’t know if I can,” wheezed Terry as he started to crawl down the hill and faltered.
“You gotta make it Pal. The G.B.s are mopping up with Elementals, killing anyone they find. You need to hide until the S & R gets here.”
“I.. I can’t see the ground. Everything’s blurry,” Terry realized with growing panic.
“There’s not enough of me left to prop you up Kid. But my eyes still work. I’ll tell you where to step.”
With Mike’s guidance Terry staggered down the slope like drunken sailor. Then suddenly the make-shift lean to was before him and Terry found himself collapsing backwards, falling into the dark recess formed by the armor plate’s angled resting place against a large boulder.
It was then that Terry finally got a look at Mike. Angel Three was missing his left arm and seemed to be one large wound all down the left side.
“Blessed Blake!” wheezed a shocked Terry. “You…you’re….”
“Messed up bad. I know,” grinned Mike with one of his trademark devil-may-care grins. “Laser flash cauterized the worse of it. Get your med-kit out. Let’s make sure you don’t lose all your blood. As you can see, you’ll have to do most of the work.”
The horror of his blood soaked compatriot had numbed Terry’s mind to the place beyond fear; beyond panic; to simple numbness. Terry managed to get himself modestly patched up largely due to Mike’s expert advice and observations. Chang had been pre-med in New Hong Kong before he’d decided to join the ComGuards. Terry had barely passed basic medical aide instruction and was far past being able to remember what little he had learned anyway.
“That’ll do for a few hours anyway,” assessed Chang. Terry noticed his vision was getting worse. Mike’s form was starting to waver as white sparks flitted about the edges of his vision.
“Need…to…help you…now,” Terry whispered as his eye lids drooped. So tired. So very tired.
“I think I’m pretty much past help now Pal. But the others will keep watch. You sleep now Terry. We’ll watch.”
Terry tried to protest, tried to rise; but to no avail. His battered body was spent, his spirit frayed. The world went black once again. |
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