and made everyone else fear the night. That was their name, after all. Ghost.
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“ W e’ve landed several teams on the southernmost beaches,” Liz reported. “Neil says Spectre is headed there to join them.”
“Good,” Zach replied. “Continue toward your objectives, but don’t take too many risks. If you have to pull out, do it. I’m pretty sure we already have their attention.”
“I’d say that’s a safe bet.”
Zach changed channels again. “Black Wolf, we’re going to clear the way for Barghest to land raiding teams in this area. Light up anything and everything that looks remotely threatening or important.”
Their group of boats sped along the shoreline, blazing away at anything that moved. Of course, there were plenty of unmoving targets as well, and his company laid into them with enthusiasm as well.
The mood was infectious, and Zach felt himself being swept up in it as well. No hesitation, no checking to make sure that each shot counted. Ghost Battalion was here to make a statement, and everyone could blast away to their hearts content. While precision certainly mattered in many cases, sometimes it was good to just let loose.
Zach blasted away at the shoreline with his gun, focusing on a group of trucks parked next to a row of warehouses. They made tempting targets, and their destruction would hurt Ragnarok’s logistics apparatus. It didn’t matter what kind of fancy gadgets and weapons you had on the front lines. If you couldn’t supply them, they were completely useless.
A pair of Raven Flight helicopters zoomed overhead, firing rockets and miniguns at a target further back in the district.
“Ghost Lead, this is Raven 2,” one of them called out to him. “You below us?”
“You just passed the row of warehouses along the docks in the northern district?” Zach asked.
“Yup, that was us.”
“Copy that Blake. We’re below you.”
“I see four tanks assembled in a plaza further back from the docks. Looks like it’s a maintenance yard of some sort, but I’m guessing we don’t want to take any chances. I’ll try to kill them where they sit.”
“Copy that, but be careful,” Zach warned. “Don’t stray too far over any antiaircraft guns.”
“Hey, who do you think you’re talking to?” Blake asked in an amused tone.
“Right. Forget I said anything,” Zach said with a smile. Blake might be the best gunship pilot in Raven Flight. He certainly knew how to protect himself from ground fire.
He could hear alarms going off inside the district. Good. Their enemy definitely knew they were here. Now, to make them believe Hydra could pull off a serious attack at any time…
Zach trained his gun and fired again, raking down a pair of enemy soldiers that had suddenly appeared from around the corner. Doubtless there would be more.
He activated his radio. “Looks like the welcoming party has finally arrived,” he told the others.
“And so the real fun begins,” Danny said with some relish.
“How do you want us to proceed?” Nora asked, all business.
“Make sure we have a clear landing area for Barghest,” Zach ordered. “Blake has a Raven unit above us. Try to coordinate your fire with him.”
“Can we call in mortar fire if we need it?” Selene inquired.
“Of course. Redd Foxx is already ashore, and they have the rest of Raven Flight backing them up,” Zach replied. “Let’s get this done!”
Another Ragnarok trooper edged around the corner with an RPG on her shoulder. Zach and a half-dozen other guns immediately spotted her and shot her down.
Even with their complete sense of superiority, they needed to be careful. One good shot, and a dozen of them could be at the bottom of the harbor within seconds.
But that was part of the fun of combat in World at War. Battling on the razor’s edge, knowing full well that death surrounded you on every side. Few other experiences could match that thrill.
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B ullets pinged off the gun shield in front of her.
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