Chapter 23 – The Jamming Facility
“Run, Sergeant!” Calael sprang to his feet and sprinted towards the buildings.
Jerry scrambled after him, slipped, and fell to the ground, landing face-first. He spat out some dirt, cursed, got back to his feet, and lumbered after the much faster and more agile Felid.
The nearest building's door opened, and armed Reliants poured out like salt from a shaker. They cast long shadows under the bright floodlights, and they immediately began to assemble in some formation or other. They formed three staggered lines, raised their rifles simultaneously, and began firing by rank.
Calael bobbed and weaved and jumped and rolled, avoiding the incoming fire like a hummingbird darting from one flower to the next.
Jerry tried to dodge the plasma bolts, but his Agrari
