MAD BURST THROUGH the flaps of the biggest tent in the camp, Cobb, Gil, and Lyle in tow.
"Get the radio!" she barked at the group of soldiers inhabiting the tent. "Now!"
They sprang up at once, sorting through their equipment in search of the radio. "Here it is, sir," said one of the soldiers, handing it over. Mad started working the knobs at once, trying desperately to find the right frequency. It seemed to take a few eternities, but Mad finally found the right channel and flipped on the built-in microphone.
"Squad Seven to all listening squads! There are Sovereignty snipers on the planet! I repeat! There are Sovereignty snipers on the planet and their objective is to thin us out! Check in with me ASAP! Over."
Mad waited for a moment in tense silence, hoping another squad would che
