He peeked around the corner, spyglass to his eyes. “They’re moving.”
Before anyone could respond, there was a deafening sound like a tearing of the fabric of the universe, and they all dove to the ground for cover.
By the time he was brave enough to look, the smoke had started to clear. “Jesus. I think our air support is finally here.” Where the Woolies’ positions had been, now there was only a smoldering ruin, stretching for hundreds of yards in either direction.
“What does that?”
“Battleship main gun; particle beam.”
“Boy, those Navy guys get all the nice toys.”
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