Once inside the hangar, Lester took a deep breath, then turned to the local soldiers who had been sheltering there. They looked worn out, their uniforms tattered, faces drawn with exhaustion. He approached the group leader, a middle-aged Spanish soldier with a tired but determined look in his eyes.
"What's your situation?" Lester asked, getting straight to the point. "We've been out of contact with you for 24 hours, and we need to know what happened."
The Spanish soldier sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's been hell, Captain. We were attacked—out of nowhere—by the J'avo. They came at us hard, took out most of our men. We tried to call for help, but after the attack, all communication with the outside world was cut off. We're isolated here."
Lester's expression hardened. "No contact at all?"
The soldier shook his head. "Nothing. It's like the entire area went dark. We've been holding out, but we're in a tough spot. We're running low on supplies, and those creatures… they're not stopping. We need help, Captain. If we stay here much longer, we won't make it out alive."
Lester nodded, processing the situation. It was worse than he thought. "Alright, we're here now, and we're not leaving you behind. We're working on an extraction, but until then, we need to hold this place. Do you have any secure positions we can use to set up a defense?"
The soldier glanced at his men before answering, his voice tight with concern. "We have a few defensive points set up in the hangar, but they won't last long against another wave. If those J'avo hit us again with the same force, I don't know how much longer we can hold them off."
Lester looked around at his own team—Ali, Frederick, Jason, and Williams. They were battle-worn but ready. They'd faced impossible odds before, and this would be no different.
"We'll figure it out," Lester said firmly. "For now, we need to reinforce your defenses and prepare for whatever comes next. We're not going down without a fight."
Williams approached, overhearing the conversation. "Captain, the J'avo are going to keep coming. We need to find a way to signal for help. Maybe we can rig up something with what they've got here?"
Lester nodded, already thinking ahead. "First, we get everyone into position. Then, we figure out how to get that signal out. We need the world to know we're still here."
The local soldier, seeing the determination in Lester's eyes, straightened up. "Captain, we'll follow your lead. Just tell us what you need."
Lester glanced at the soldier, his mind racing with thoughts of the situation they were trapped in. Just as he was about to speak again, the glass phone on his wrist buzzed, its screen lighting up. He lifted it, and the image of a dark-skinned man with a trimmed beard and glasses appeared. It was Ray, his face a mix of calm and urgency.
"Lester," Ray said, his voice crackling slightly through the comm, "I think you're trapped in there, and you need to find a way out before it gets worse."
Lester took a deep breath, knowing there wasn't much time for pleasantries. "Ray, it's bad. We've lost contact with the outside world, and the J'avo hit the local forces hard. The entire area's been cut off for 24 hours. We're surrounded, and it's only a matter of time before they come back. We need backup—now."
Ray adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing in thought. "I've been monitoring your situation, and I've got some news. There's a government ship that just landed about 10 clicks from your position. They're here for a different op, but I'll contact them and have them send troops to reinforce your position."
Lester exhaled, the weight of the situation easing slightly at the prospect of reinforcements. "How long until they can get here?"
Ray checked his screen, the data scrolling past quickly. "I'll have confirmation in a few minutes. But they're close—could be within 10 minutes if I get them moving now."
"Make it happen, Ray. We can't hold out much longer on our own," Lester said, glancing at his team, then back at the soldier. The exhaustion was clear on everyone's faces, but they couldn't afford to falter now.
"I'm on it," Ray replied, his tone reassuring. "In the meantime, keep your people safe and prepare for an evac. I'll let you know as soon as the cavalry's on the way."
The screen blinked off, and Lester lowered his wrist, looking back at the soldier. "Help's coming, but we've got to hold out until then. Let's reinforce the defenses and get ready for whatever's next."
The soldier nodded, his face a little brighter now with the hope of reinforcements. "We'll hold, Captain. Whatever it takes."
Lester turned back to his team, his resolve hardening. They had a fighting chance now, but they needed to stay sharp and hold the line until help arrived. There was no room for mistakes.
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Lester glanced at the soldier standing nearby, his brow furrowed in thought. Just as he was about to ask more questions, the glass phone on his wrist buzzed. He lifted it, and the screen displayed a dark-skinned man with a neatly trimmed beard, glasses perched on his nose. Ray's calm yet serious face appeared, eyes scanning through multiple data streams.
"Lester," Ray began, his voice cutting through the static, "you're trapped in there, and I'm guessing things are getting worse by the minute. You need to figure a way out before it's too late."
Lester exhaled, his tone sharp and urgent. "Ray, it's bad. We've been out of contact with the outside world for 24 hours. The J'avo hit the local forces hard—ambushed them—and we're pinned down. Communications went dark. They're barely hanging on, and we're surrounded. We need a way out, but we can't hold much longer. Is there any chance of support?"
Ray tapped his screen, his expression grim as he analyzed the situation. "I've been tracking your position and monitoring local chatter. There's some good news, but it comes with a catch. A government transport ship is set to land about 10 clicks from your current position in 10 minutes. They're on a different mission, but I'll contact their command and have them reroute to provide backup."
Lester's face tightened with relief and anxiety. "How fast can they get here? We've got wounded and we're low on ammo."
Ray hesitated, his fingers swiping through the data streams on his display. "Once they land, they'll still need about 45 minutes to reach you, even if they move at full speed. It's not ideal, but it's the best shot you've got."
Lester gritted his teeth, running a hand through his hair. "We don't have that much time, Ray. The J'avo will hit us hard before then."
Ray's voice remained steady. "I know, Lester. I'll push them to move as fast as possible. In the meantime, you need to hold your position and prepare for an evac. Reinforce your defenses. If the J'avo make another push, do what you can to buy yourself time."
Lester looked around at his team and the few local soldiers left standing. The exhaustion was visible on their faces, but they were still holding on. "Understood. We'll hold. But you'd better make sure those troops get here, Ray."
"I'll get them moving as soon as they land," Ray promised. "Just stay alive until then."
Lester lowered his wrist, the screen fading as he looked back at the soldier he'd been talking to earlier. "Reinforcements are coming, but it's going to take some time. A government transport ship will land in 10 minutes, but it's about 45 minutes out from here once they touch down. We have to hold until they get here."
The soldier's face tightened with determination. "We can hold, Captain. We've made it this far, haven't we?"
Lester gave him a firm nod. "We'll make it. Let's fortify what we can and keep our eyes on the perimeter. The J'avo are going to hit us again before the reinforcements arrive. We need to be ready for anything."
He turned to his team, catching Williams' eye. "Williams, get everyone moving. Reinforce our position. Ali, Jason, make sure the wounded are secure and ready for an evac. Frederick, scout the area and set up some early warning systems. We can't afford to be caught off guard."
As his orders were relayed and his team sprang into action, Lester felt the weight of the next hour pressing down on him. They were racing against time, and every second would count.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and the tension in the air had only thickened. Lester had his team fortifying their position, preparing for what seemed like an inevitable storm. Just then, the glass phone on his wrist buzzed again. He quickly lifted it to see Ray's face on the screen.
"Lester, I've got good news," Ray said, his voice cutting through the static. "I've spoken to the government forces. They're sending troops your way. Once they arrive, they'll clear the area and secure it. They plan to turn your current location into a base of operations for the remainder of their mission. But you'll have to hold on until they get there."
Lester nodded. "That's great news, Ray. But we've already lost too much time. How long before they reach us?"
Ray checked his data feed. "They'll be there in about 30 minutes. Just hang in there."
Lester was about to respond when a sharp, repetitive beeping sound pierced through the air. It was Frederick's devices—motion detectors he had set up around the perimeter to alert them of any movement.
Lester's heart rate spiked as he ended the call. "Movement outside!" he barked, his voice sharp as his eyes scanned the area. He grabbed his binoculars and peered through a gap in the cover. His breath caught in his throat when he saw what was coming. The J'avo. Not just a handful, but swarms of them, moving like a living wave toward their position.
"They're everywhere," Lester muttered under his breath. "We're about to be overrun."
He turned to Williams and Jason, urgency in his voice. "You two, we need snipers in position, now! Find a vantage point, and take out the enemy snipers before they pin us down again."
Williams and Jason nodded, immediately grabbing their rifles and slipping away to find a secure spot with a good line of sight. Lester trusted their instincts; they knew how to handle a situation like this.
Then he turned to Ali. "Ali, we need the hangar doors open. Get the local soldiers out of here and into defensive positions. I'll coordinate with Frederick to cover any blind spots."
Ali gave a sharp nod, already moving toward the control panel. "On it, Captain. We'll give them hell when they come."
Lester watched as the hangar doors creaked open, revealing the outside world. The local soldiers, ragged and worn but still determined, moved quickly, taking cover in newly established defensive positions. Lester could see the fear in their eyes, but they had something stronger driving them now—the will to survive.
He glanced at Frederick, who was already scanning the area through his scope, his face a mask of concentration. "Frederick, what do you see?"
Frederick's voice was calm, but the tension was clear. "They're closing in fast, Captain. If we don't thin them out now, we'll be overrun in minutes."
Lester clenched his jaw and raised his own rifle, his eyes fixed on the oncoming horde. "Then we don't wait. Take your shots when you see them. Ali, once those soldiers are out, get that hangar sealed again. We can't let the J'avo get inside."
Ali's voice crackled over the comms. "Roger that, Captain. The doors will be sealed tight once we're all out."
With a deep breath, Lester braced himself. The next few minutes would be critical. Every shot, every decision would determine whether they lived to see the reinforcements arrive—or whether they'd be wiped out before they could reach them.