Fire Density. Макс Глебов

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СКАЧАТЬ ” The Lieutenant gave a question that was of interest to everyone.

      Shefferson has already been fiddling silently for two minutes with the direction-finder which he took out of his backpack, but, to all appearances, he hasn’t yet managed to achieve significant results worthy to be reported to his commander.

      “I’m not getting anywhere. The quargs produce jamming, and their interference generator is not so far away, so they are blocking everything completely. With this much counteraction, we’ll hear the beacon at a distance of 500 meters at the best.”

      The dropship made its turbines howl while pulling slowly from the ground and flew to the east above the hills towards the territory controlled by our troops. The plan was for it to find a safe place and wait for us to signal, and if thereʼs no signal within six hours, it has to arrive at a predetermined rendezvous point.

      However, it didn’t work out. A bright flare and a noisy explosion right behind the hills, just 300 meters away informed us unequivocally that we no longer had transport to return to the base.

      “Let’s go! Quick! ” The Lieutenant jumped up and and giving us an example ran to the nearest gorge between the sandy hills covered with burnt grass. Here and there hills were replaced by barkhans, the desert lay very close by.

      Sergeant Ivan Kelt, deputy commander and our pathfinder, went ahead on the watch. I and the second universal commando, Private Gnezdoff, became flank security guards, and now we made our way almost along the top of the hills, trying to keep our heads down while carefully lifting the sensors of scanners just above the ridge. So far, no one’s been bothering us, but the tension has literally been in the air. The presence of the enemy was felt almost physically.

      For half an hour we’ve been moving like this, trying to get away from the dropship crash site, and at the same time crossing the search area almost in the middle. The sense of imminent danger had eased slightly, and the Lieutenant gave the squad the signal to stop.

      “Kay, let out your dragonflies, ʼcause we walk like we’re blind. It won’t take long to run into quargs.”

      Shefferson pulled three small cylinder containers from the backpack, pressed the ends slightly in certain places, and dropped them into the air one by one. Containers turned out to be compact unmanned aerial vehicles. They unfolded like baby transformer toys, easily spread their thin wings and were hovering over the squad while quietly buzzing. Shefferson operated them with his helmet, at least I saw no special device in his hands.

      The dragonflies flew in three directions, straight ahead and to the right and left at 45 degrees. We kept going, but almost immediately Kay stopped us. One of the dragonflies came across the remains of the scoutsʼ fly-car hit by quargs.

      We didn’t move to the fly-car crash site. There was a high probability of an ambush there. Lieutenant with Shefferson went over the dragonfly camera footage. The information was distressing. The bodies of the four scouts lay not far from the wreckage of a smoking vehicle like broken dolls. There were eight guys who went out on a mission, which means there were at best four survivors. That is, if no one was left inside the demolished fly-car or died before. But the beacon didn’t work from here, or the dragonfly would have picked up itʼs signal. So someone managed to get away from the crash site. If only we knew in which direction.

      The scanner built into my outfit was ringing the alarm. I’ve adjusted the different tone of the alert to different types of potential hazards and now, without even looking at the information appearing before my eyes, I already knew it was a quarg small recon drone. Single shot of my automatic gun echoed loud down the ravine and the wreckage of a small flying machine swept the hillsides. But we were undeniably discovered, and now the group is going to be hunted down and we haven’t even found any surviving scouts yet.

      “Anton, you go a hundred meters down the ravine and stay here. Take the enemy away northeast. Go to the rendezvous point yourself, ” the Lieutenant assigned task to the universal commando Gnezdoff. “The rest follow me.”

      “The dragonfly that came to the site of the fly-car’s fall is lost,” reported Shefferson. “Where to redirect the others, Commander?”

      “Let’s have them look west. That’s where we’re going.”

      “Got it. Doin’ it.”

      Still, there’s a reason I spent a couple of days poking around with scanners and EW stations in the Academy tech area. And our tech Jeff was a big help. Results were not long in coming.

      “Lieutenant, Sir, I’m picking up a beacon signal. Giving you the bearing.”

      “Kay, can you confirm the Cadet’s information?” the Lieutenant turned to the regular communication specialist.

      “Not yet, Commander. My direction-finder is silent.”

      “Weʼre changing course. Ivan, take to the right, 15.”

      “Yes, Sir.”

      We went up a little higher and forward 40 meters.

      “There’s a signal,” Shefferson reported with mistrustful surprise. “Cadet, what kind of scanner do you have in your gear?”

      “Standard infantry scanner. But I’ve adjusted it a bit, and I’ve got a good tech, he helped me.”

      “You’ve got a tech? What rank is he in?”

      “A week ago he was a warrant officer. Now he is Lieutenant.”

      “The warrant officer was given the rank of lieutenant? No school?”

      “Put aside that blether,” the Lieutenant’s raised his voice on us.

      “Yes, Sir,” Kay and I answered together.

      We arrived at the beacon about 20 minutes later. It took us a while to find it. The beacon operated in short pulse mode at floating frequency. To hear it and to take its bearings, you had to know exactly what you were looking for. But again, the lack of a fixed signal made it difficult to find the beacon.

      There were two scouts, a sergeant and a corporal, the latter was seriously injured when their fly-car fell. In the same time, he could really walk – exoskeleton is good for that.

      “All right, so, fighters,” the Lieutenant called the scouts, “we found you, but we don’t know what’s next. We have no transport, our dropship has been knocked down by quargs. Thereʼs almost 400 kilometers in no man’s land from here to where we can signal our forces, and, more importantly, where they can safely retrieve us. There’s been a lot of quargs running around lately. Did you turn them on?”

      “That’s right, Lieutenant, Sir,” said the Sergeant who introduced himself as Kimi Nukanen, “we went to their control zone and found a heavy robot deployment. Those were Mammoths of the latest model. No less than two divisions. It was in the middle of nowhere. Can you imagine how happy the command of our forces on heyn would be? That almost certainly means preparing for a ground offensive. And we, the naive ones, were waiting to be struck from space. Well, we were spotted on the exit. The quargs certainly did not wish to let such information leak. At first we got away, but we lost two of our own. We came at the fly-carʼs rendezvous point. You probably know the rest.”

      “We know,” the Lieutenant nodded his head in agreement and started thinking. The subordinates waited silently for the commander’s decision.

      “We go to the rendezvous point. Anton should be waiting for us there. The dropship, of course, will not come, but when we’re not back in time, they’ll send a drone. If we’re lucky, it’ll pick up and record our signal. If it can return to base after that, they’ll СКАЧАТЬ