"Shit!" the enemies cursed again, scrambling for cover wherever they could as Luke and Dave took turns firing, keeping them pinned down.
But both of them knew this tactic wouldn't last. Their magazines were draining fast, and once they ran dry, they'd become sitting ducks. Worse, their positions were already exposed; there was no doubt some of the enemy were searching for higher ground, lining up for a clean sniper shot. If that happened, neither of them would stand a chance.
They couldn't stay here.
They'd been crossed. The entire operation had been a trap from the start.
That left only one option.
And that is to pull out, now.
"Anyone copy me?" Dave was the first to make the call.
"Sir, yes, sir!" A few voices crackled back over the comms; some of their people were still standing.
"Good," Dave said, forcing his fury down into cold control. "Round everyone up. We move out in five. Support the wounded and make sure no one gets left behind. We're pulling out, now."
