Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
Copyright© 2025 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 17: The Assault of Fort Batrice Part 2
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Assault of Fort Batrice Part 2 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
Ten minutes had passed. In one of the many passageways of Fort Batrice, gunfire could be heard. At least thirty UHN Marines were pushing forward, along with two Shal’rein women. The heavy onslaught of concentrated fire was enough to hit two of the Batrice marines. The bulkheads served as makeshift concealed points to shoot, being enough to help repel some of the .50 caliber rounds that slammed into them. Any that did strike bounced off the power armor.
The Shal’rein, however, were waiting near the rear. As soon as the Batrice marines shifted a little bit away, the Itrean women would easily fire their guns. One of them was firing a powerful railgun cannon. Held from the side hip, the powerpack provided continuous shots, causing a small hypervelocity round to easily penetrate the scores of armor plates.
“Nir’vina,” Girsha’lar said. “Focus on shooting the visors, where the armor is the weakest.”
“Ahhh,” Nir’vina replied in her raspy voice, cycling a new round into her makeshift rifle. “Explosions are so much better ... bullets only make tiny pops...”
As the UHN marines pushed forward, one of the Batrice soldiers stepped out. In his gloved hands was a grenade launcher. The small explosives pummeled the positions, exploding and killing one of the marines, his armor penetrated, and blood shot everywhere in the zero gravity.
“Heh,” Nir’vina replied with a hint of a chuckle, putting her rifle behind her. “Just like that ... just like that...” She reached behind her and pulled out a single-shot grenade launcher. With quick aim, she fired down the long corridor and landed the explosive directly into the grenadier. A blast reverberated, penetrating and blowing the soldier’s right arm off. The man would have screamed, but it was likely he was already killed by the powerful concussive force.
“Boom, boom, BOOM!” Nir’vina replied with satisfaction. She reached to her belt, slapped the breech, ejected the spent casing, and loaded a new round into her launcher.
“Don’t get too carried away, Nir’vina,” Girsha’lar said as she pulled back some. She lifted a power cell and checked the temperature gauge before pressing it back into the rifle. “We need to save our shots ... too many things to shoot.”
The battle was an onslaught. The UHN marines continued to press forward as the earliest forms of resistance were quickly falling apart.
It wasn’t the only advancing motion. Other passageways were facing similar resistance or none at all. Only the sound of gunfire could be heard. As the marines would press forward, the signs of the dead or dying would be left in their wake.
Stone, Ioren, and a few other marines would be far ahead, down a lengthy corridor. It provided enough space for several crew members, including Ramirez and Petty Officer Amelia, to form one of the many advancing groups, spreading out to help stop any potential flanking or ambushing Batrician patrols. Besides the black and red power armor of the Batrice marines, many of the Batrice personnel wore similar armor vests, black and red jumpsuits or coverall uniforms, helmets, and various rifles and pistols.
Another advancing group, caught in live fire, was Minerva, a few crewmembers, and the jump troopers. However, Czarek was already on it. Practically in the wide open of the corridor, he began to lay suppressing fire with his AK-2270. The older rifle provided a steady set of burst shots, but the bullets would splash against the bulkhead walls, failing to hit the Batrice personnel who dared to try to fight back against the invading UHN. Eventually, in one of the attempts to pull the trigger, there was a registered jam. Czarek heard a click, causing him to take a step back. Hearing the sound, many of the Batrice personnel poked their heads out of cover, aimed their rifles, and began to fire. However, in the mad rush to dive to the left, Czarek pulled out his submachine pistol and, with one hand, laid down a massive stream of bullets in high rapid fire. It was enough to hit one of the Batricians in the arm, chest, and neck, causing the man to automatically brace himself before lying anchored to the deck and dying. Minerva, carrying a pistol in each hand, would poke out of cover and fire each shot every half a second. With perfect precision, she would take out one or two men before she pulled back into cover. Czarek quickly pressed his submachine pistol to his side and pulled the charging hammer of his rifle back a few times, ejecting a caseless bullet that failed to go off.
“Fucking Russian Genisen bullets again,” Czarek said, putting his gun back into battery. “99% reliability, 1% and you’re dead...”
“Keep moving!” one of the UHN servicemen replied, waving his hand forward. “We’re almost there...”
With most of the defenders retreating backward, Czarek saw a panel at least 20 meters from their location.
“There!” Czarek said, pointing his gun down range again, while pointing his hand at it. I see a service panel over there.
Many of the Batrice defenders had pulled away as the UHN continued to push forward. It gave enough clearance for Minerva to place her pistols on her robotic hips. She started to head over to the panel and quickly placed her hand on it while Czarek and the other troopers ran ahead to cover her.
Instantly, in less than half a second, a series of similar flashing lines erupted from the panel as Minerva interfaced with it. There was a tiny power fluctuation as one of the doors that led to the crossway head slammed shut.
“I have isolated some of the attackers,” Minerva stated. “Interface complete.”
In another passageway leading deeper into Fort Batrice, at least 10 UHN personnel, including Obasi and Chief Caeytano, remained ahead of Shira and Javier.
Javier slammed his back to the bulkhead wall, checking his rifle, while keeping it pointed down to the deck. The threat of incoming fire was ever-present. Closed doors were everywhere. The occasional sounds of shooting could be heard at times from the different corridors. The man noticed that Shira was always calm in the presence of constant fire. She even kept her pistol still holstered. The team of men and women came to a halt at one junction, occasionally looking back at Shira and Javier.
A beeping sound came from Shira’s small tablet, which she kept in a side belt next to her pregnant belly. She would quickly bring the device to her snout.
“Yes,” Shira responded.
“Captain Shira,” Minerva’s voice could be heard. “I’ve gained full control of Section G’s computer core. Establishing bridge connection with Section G, Section H, and the Iridium. I’ve begun isolating various personnel and marines from our forces. We now have access to 1/3 of the catwalk elevator shafts leading into what you call New Sydney.”
“It’s working,” Javier said to Shira. “The more and more Minerva can control, the more we have a foothold on this space station. All we have to do is make way to Fort Batrice’s main drum city. Minerva, can you shut down all defenses in the main shaft?” Javier asked.
“No,” Minerva replied. “But I can use the turrets to target the other turrets, disable as many as possible.”
“Do it.”
“Initiating ... what else would you like me to do?”
There was a faint thumping sound near one of the closed doors next to Javier. Shira had a clearer view from it, but she quickly unholstered her pistol with her other hand and pointed at the door while it slid open. As soon as an armed Batrice personnel popped his head out with his rifle, a gunshot went off. A bullet slammed into the man’s helmet, easily penetrating it, killing the man instantly. Caeytano lifted his boot and slammed the corpse back into the room before Javier used his fist against the panel, quickly closing the door back up again.
“Yes,” Shira calmly stated to Minerva, reholstering her pistol. “Better clairvoyance is needed. Catalogue all hostile life functions and provide them to our equipment.”
“Processing...,” Minerva stated. “Without CIC control, the process will be limited. Fort Batrice’s computer functions in these sections are still limited to basic functions only. Attempting to connect to the Iridium’s sensor processing and establishing a link with Section G and H’s computer cores. Basic tracking has been established with a 12% probability of error. This will further increase as we reach New Sydney. Caution is advised. I will lock out as many personnel as possible.”
“Continue with your work, Minerva,” Shira stated.
An advisory beep came from the tablet as somebody else tried to call Shira.
“Yes?” she replied.
“Our marines are pushing into the main catwalk,” Stone’s voice could be heard on the tablet. “We already have reports of anti-personnel turrets firing on other turrets. Resistance against us will be light as we make our way to New Sydney.”
“Status of our boarding teams...”
“We’ve lost at least 14 marines so far. Batrice is almost 40, not including their other personnel, and we’re now tracking all further threats on our screens. We’re only seeing minimal resistance so far when it comes Force A. However, I can’t account for Force B.”
“The marines of Force B know the risks in trying to take Uniapon. Tell them to continue their advance.”
“Understood, Captain. Stone, out...”
Another beeping sound could be heard from the tablet again.
“What is it, Minerva?” Shira asked.
“I’ve downloaded a more thorough schematic of Fort Batrice,” Minerva explained. “I’ve discovered the location of New Sydney’s main computer core. If I can reach one of them, I can take control of the entire city and its primary networks.”
“What about the CIC?” Javier asked.
“I would still need to connect to the CIC’s primary data core; however, I would still be able to lock out CIC’s control over the city ... Sensors are tracking new movement. A series of shuttles has launched from the northern hangar of Section A. They are en route to the main hangar facility.”
“How many shuttles?”
“Three. I will lock out access to the airlocks. However, the shuttles can still drill a breach into the hull if necessary.”
“Their goal is to reach the Iridium,” Shira stated. “Let them ... Mizu can handle them.”
Javier sighed. “Minerva, advise Mizu to carry out with order 12 ... Baxton will get a nasty surprise if he’s that determined to wipe us all out.”
“Processing...,” Minerva replied.
“We must continue,” Shira stated. “Minerva, continue your advance. The battle will only intensify...”
Sreyleak smacked the table again. “Fleet Admiral,” she said. “UHN forces have stormed past most of our first responding defenders. Minerva has seized most of the computer network interior corridors leading into New Sydney.”
“ ... I know,” Baxton replied.
“Sir, if they reach New Sydney, we’ll have all-out urban warfare. They’ll be one step closer to reaching the CIC. If Minerva takes this room, Fort Batrice is lost...”
“Even with Minerva in their possession, New Sydney still has over 3,000 marines against Shira’s 600. Even now, her other marines, the ones heading into Uniapon, will all but fail in taking it. They have no hope of stopping the 1,000 defending it. Number 2 and his squad of marines will take the Iridium, and from there, we can encircle and surround her forces.”
The XO paused and looked at the display. “Vice Admiral Thanh’s forces are withdrawing from Celebes.”
“Urgh...,” Baxton remarked, looking at the data feed. He grimaced. “The Vengeance has taken too much damage ... UHN fleets are not in pursuit. Truly a defeat ... A blackmark for Thanh’s expertise...”
“Recall the fleet back to Batrice, sir ... With Thanh’s personnel and Batrice’s marines, we can easily repel Shira and Minerva...”
“If we did recall Thanh back to here, it would take more than an hour. The retreat from Celebes and the time needed to establish the gate rings would take too long ... No, we don’t need him.”
“We’re faced with similar problems on the ground. Transports GH-7 and the Toncord are being loaded with fresh marines from Batrice. It’ll still take them 55 minutes ... That’ll take too long, Fleet Admiral.”
“We have the means to win, Sreyleak. However, Shira wishes for an all-out battle, then she’ll have it. Sreyleak, prepare the PAMark 6s ... dispatch them to join up with our forces.”
“The PAMark 6s are only prototypes.”
“Then this will be their field testing. No matter what, Shira will not take this station. Her time will run out.”
Sreyleak nodded and looked at the security station. “Begin dispersing all available PAMark 6s to all New Sydney commanders.”
Ten minutes would pass.
In the great city of New Sydney, the rotating drum would help induce gravity. The artificial environment helped create a sense of living conditions reminiscent of those on former Earth. However, despite the vast interior conditions of the drum city, quiet alarms were well in place, warning all civilians to remain at their homes or seek shelter.
With the countless buildings and streets, Batrice marines, military police, and armed personnel were at the ready. Some were taking up various positions, from roads to interior buildings to rooftops, and more. Most, if not everyone, had some form of cover or concealment to help protect themselves. Despite the drum city’s circular landscape, the two- or four-story ceilings, combined with the numerous buildings, limited personnel’s ability to shoot from the rounded sides.
The tension was present. The look of fear and apprehension could be seen in some of the typical personnel. Even the military police seemed resentful at being pressured into an all-out battle for survival.
Their enemy had arrived. The idea of safety was gone, replaced by the very thought that the UHN had breached its defenses, that it was using unusual and atypical resources. Nothing could be done to prevent it. All the attention was directed to the pairs of elevators in the western and eastern quadrants.
Suddenly, all the elevator doors slid open. Gunfire erupted immediately, as Batrice forces began to open fire, unleashing a hail of 50 caliber rounds or various other small arms fire. UHN marines began pouring through the doors in droves, fanning out in all directions. The heavy power armor easily deflected most weapons fire.
The sounds of fighting were ever-present. It seemed the Batricians had a slight upper hand by pouring all their fire at the exit points, bottlenecking the UHN, but the armor was too strong. The UHN marines had pinpoint targeting, being able to easily see the threats on their visor feeds. They could shoot the areas where concealment would do little to stop bullets.
Even in the typical induced gravity, the marine power armor was easily able to handle the vast weight. The assault rifles and machine guns were housed on mechanical arms connected to the shoulders. From one marine’s point of view, he would stomp in and unleash a flurry of 50 caliber rounds, with bullets always supplied from the back ammo drum. Against the Batrice marines, its effectiveness was questionable, but against the military police and armed personnel, the McLevar body armor was all but useless. Five, ten, 15 rounds would strike the flexible armor plates and do little to stop it, as the bullets would rip flesh, bone, and sinew. Death was all but expected.
However, the battle was not entirely in favor of the offensive front at first. Small explosions would rock the deck as a few of the Batrice marines utilized mini grenade launchers. Similar to the assault rifles, the small explosive tip bullets would strike and rip into armor with ease. Blasts would reverberate through the walls, elevator sides, floor, and deck. With the induced gravity, the UHN marines would collapse onto the deck, bleeding, screaming, or killed instantly.
This was few and far between as the elevator shafts were wide open. More and more marines would drop down, using their vectoring thrusters to ease their landing, before joining the fight. Within two minutes of the fight, one lone military police officer, hunkered down behind a hardened concrete slab, finally tossed his gun down and proceeded to run away as fast as he could. Other lightly armored personnel seemed all but demoralized at the carnage inflicted upon them, leaving the Batrice marines on their own. The UHN marines had plenty of areas to enter, and the defenses were inadequate in repelling the assault.
The UHN were not alone either. The Shal’rein soldiers were next, pouring through and providing instant fire from their massive rifles. Their precision marksmanship allowed them to easily gun down opposing Batrice marines, while absorbing similar weapons fire. If anything, the Shal’rein wrap armor was almost all but invincible, with only a few noted areas of vulnerability to only the most powerful of small arms to penetrate. After what seemed like hundreds upon hundreds of UHN allied forces pouring in, Stone and Ioren finally arrived.
From Stone’s point of view, the former serene environment was little more than a warzone. The plethora of buildings already showed damage from bullet holes to dying men and women from all sides.
“Keep moving!” Stone yelled at the top of his lungs. “Focus fire on everyone that fires at you!”
Ioren, despite wearing her wrap armor, was more vulnerable. She used Stone as a partial bullet sponge, moving and diving behind him. She would occasionally lift her head and fire upon a few personnel.
“Master Sergeant!” Ihan’s voice could be heard on the comms. “Receiving heavy fire in Section F, Quadrant 4. Non-marines are ditching the fight.”
“Let them escape,” Stone replied as he heard a few bullets strike his armor. “Our goal is to secure Section F first before moving further.”
“ ... All marines are on deck. Elevators are available for UHN personnel.”
From inside the Iridium, near the forward-most compartments, was an enclosed room. Mizu, Li’lo, and Jenta found refuge. The heavy blast door had sealed the three inside.
This closed compartment consisted of a loading room and another closed door that led further to the ship’s main bow. Massive loading arms held onto numerous torpedoes and heavy missiles, serving as little more than one part of the Iridium’s magazine and storage bay. It was one of many forward rooms dedicated to the torpedo launchers and the gate probe launcher. A couple of unmanned consoles, tech stations, and tool sheds resided on the large path.
“Get behind the bulkhead,” Mizu told the other two. Both women were lightly armed with a pistol only. Mizu slung his rifle over his shoulder as he approached one of the large torpedoes.
It was waiting for him. The man pulled out the two chips that Shira gave him. Using his free hand, Mizu tapped a side panel of the warhead. A small computer screen switched on and asked for verification, in which the man inserted the first chip into a small slot. A code keypad appeared, in which he entered the correct code, providing final verification.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Li’lo asked him.
“It’ll have to,” Mizu replied as he inserted the next chip into place. “Shira already has the program installed ... Submitting 2nd chip for verification connection.”
Upon doing so, a second screen on the torpedo panel asked to confirm. He clicked the yes button.
The man took a deep breath. There was no turning back from this. The countdown began. It was only a matter of time before somebody would break in.
His timing wasn’t that far off. Using a manual override command from the outside, a group of Batrice marines, came walking through the main docking tube, heading directly into the Iridium’s main passageway. The zero gravity environment persisted, yet every soldier was prepared. Their guns were at the ready, pointing at any possible threat. At least 20 marines wandered through at first, proceeding cautiously and checking their gun scanners. This was followed by one figure that was unlike the marines. The death commando, Number 2, stepped into the Iridium. His suppressed carbine was at the ready. Many of the marines came to a stop at the corridor.
“Scanners are revealing very little,” one of the male marines commented. “It appears that the UHN have all but abandoned this ship.”
“Check that,” another marine said, pointing at the main blast door not far from the other. “I’m picking up possible life signs ... behind the magazine door leading to the dreadnought’s launch tubes ... one human ... possibly two Itreans...”
“Two marines, accompany me,” Number 2 coldly directed, his right visor eyepiece glowing. “The rest of you secure the rest of the ship...”
The other marines proceeded to leave and continue down the long passageway. Most likely, they were heading towards the bridge.
Meanwhile, the commando looked at the closed door. His visor tried to peek inside, but the thick armor made the process difficult. However, there were hints of possible silhouettes. Nothing else could be said.
Number 2 tapped his wrist computer. “CIC, this is Number 2,” the man said. “Picking up possible lifesigns near the forward bow ... no other lifesigns detected so far.”
“Proceed with caution, Number 2,” Sreyleak’s voice could be heard. “We’ve just detected an unusual surge near the forward compartment approximately one minute ago ... attempting to identify the source.”
“Can you open the door?”
“Negative, Minerva has locked out all access. However, there is a manual override that even Minerva can’t control ... transmitting the codes to you now.”
The man looked at the wrist computer display before approaching a nearby panel. Without hesitation, the commando pulled out a flat tool and stuck it to the panel, lifting the plastic screen away and revealing a green lever. Reaching his hand to it, he pulled it down before placing the screen panel back into place. A code screen appeared, which he typed in the code.
Two manual levers appeared on both sides of the door. Number 2 pointed at each marine to grab one of the levers, which they did. Both of the soldiers began to pump them, causing the manual locks to disengage. The door slowly slid open as the commando lowered his profile and readied his carbine.
Mizu, knowing that armed men were about to enter, held his hands up.
“Don’t shoot!” Mizu yelled. “Hold your fire! Please, hold your fire!”
Number 2 could hear the frantic calls made by the man from the other side. The door was open enough that he entered first, seeing Mizu with his hands up, almost closed, but enough to see that he had no gun.
Li’lo and Jenta were almost doing the same thing, holding their pistols up towards the ceiling in a non-threatening gesture. Shortly afterward, both marines entered the magazine room, pointing their assault rifles at the three individuals.
“DON’T FUCKING MOVE!” one of the marines yelled out.
“We surrender!” Li’lo replied.
“Please don’t kill us,” Jenta added.
This was it, the moment of truth. Mizu knew that he would either be gunned down instantly or that they would be willing to talk. Regardless, they would find out very soon.
“CIC,” Number 2 said, walking in, keeping his rifle at the ready. “We’ve found a human male and two Itrean women, Yutilian.”
“I think I know who they are,” one of the marines said. “It’s Petty Officer Mizu ... the traitor.”
“Ah...,” the Fleet Admiral’s voice could be heard on the other end of the comms. “It appears that Mizu has returned to Fort Batrice ... with his two Itrean terrorists in tow. Very good ... very good, indeed. I’ve been waiting a long time for all of this ... Number two, kill them...”
The marines were in the process of spinning up the barrels of the rifles when a counter command came through.
“HOLD!” Number two yelled out, causing the marines to immediately stop.
“Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak’s voice added. “We’re picking up a nuclear arming sequence. All the Iridium’s nuclear torpedo warheads have activated.”
Mizu slowly opened his hand. From his open palm was a gray cylinder-like device. There was a single button on it, with Mizu’s thumb inches from touching it. A countdown on the torpedo’s panel indicated that there were 42 seconds left.
“He’s fucking mad,” one of the marines said.
“CIC,” Number 2 calmly explained. “Petty Officer Mizu is holding a detonator switch. There is a countdown. In 38 seconds, all the nuclear warheads will explode.”
“That’s right,” Mizu replied. “I either press this button or let the timer hit zero. You’re not taking this ship. Every 2 minutes, I have to enter the code, or they all detonate. Only I know the codes, so don’t try anything stupid or we all go up.”
“Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak’s voice could be heard through the comms. “If those nukes go off, it will consume the hangar’s internal atmosphere. The shockwave could destroy half of the space station.”
A beeping sound could be heard on the panel, indicating the timer was reaching critical. Mizu pointed at the torpedo.
“Mind if I delay it for another 120 seconds?” Mizu asked. “That or you shoot us and we all die anyway.”
“Fucking hell,” the same marine remarked.
“Argh!” Baxton’s voice snarled. “Let him proceed ... He fought too hard to make it this far...”
Number 2 lowered his rifle and holstered it behind his back. Mizu quickly approached the panel and began entering a five-digit code sequence. With 11 seconds remaining, the code was accepted and the timer reset to 120 seconds. However, it only resumed counting down again.
“I know each set,” Mizu added. “Any attempt on me or the others will only mean we blow up.”
“Petty Officer Mizu, the traitor of Batrice,” Sreyleak addressed him. “I remember when you made your little escape with your terrorist friends. I narrowly destroyed you until the Itreans intervened. What are you hoping to gain out of this?”
“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t take the ship.”
“The only place you’re defending is the front bow of a ship. Our marines will take everything else. Once we deal with your comrades, we’ll deal with you next. Threaten us all you want, but in the end, we’ll overcome your little attempt to intimidate us. Number 2, do not let him and his terrorist friends escape, don’t kill him ... we’ll make an example of him later ... just like his treacherous family...”
Mizu gritted his teeth the moment he heard that. However, he kept his composure.
“As you wish,” Number 2 stated. Even in the zero-gravity environment, he bent down almost on his knees and unsheathed his sword. The katana-like sword was held with the rear dull edge almost resting on the man’s elbow.
He assumed a killer attack stance. With his knees bent forward, Mizu knew that whoever this person was would probably do a quicker, more efficient job killing him than the marines themselves. Instead, Mizu was pulled away to hear the beeping sound counting down again. He put in the next set of codes to reset the clock once again. The man looked over to Li’lo and Jenta, knowing that they were with him till the end. The enemy was at a standstill, with Mizu’s only hope resting on the others succeeding ... otherwise, nuclear annihilation was a preferred method of demise than what Baxton probably had planned for him...
The fighting continued in New Sydney. UHN and Batrice marines remained locked in battle. Most had found various cover, while slowly advancing towards the center portion of the city. It didn’t take long for a computer terminal to be seen in the distance. Inside what appeared to be a bank, Shira and Javier both resided along with a handful of other UHN personnel. Czarek and the other jump troopers were also standing not far from the door, maintaining their guard. Shira and Javier continued to coordinate with the marines while Minerva placed her hand on the main terminal.
Immediately, Minerva’s hand glowed blue as similar lines went outward. In less than a couple of seconds, the robotic feline turned her head to look at Shira.
“I have secured Section F and E,” Minerva stated, holding her hand to the computer. “Link connection established with Sections E through H. All enemy telemetry data has been updated and provided to the marines...” There was a pause.
“What?” Javier asked her.
“I am ... detecting what should be additional personnel, but they disappeared from internal scanners.”
“Disappeared?”
“I cannot explain it. There were 3 or 4 individuals detected in these sections, but they quickly vanished. Caution is advised.”
Gunfire erupted near the bank entrance. Some of the UHN sailors, near the door frame, got into cover and commenced to fire back at the random shooters. A stray bullet splashed through the door and wall and landed not far from Shira and Javier’s position.
“We need to continue,” Shira stated, looking at her stopwatch. “We have thirty minutes before Batrice reinforcements will arrive.”
“I was worried you were going to say that,” Javier replied. “You think that Baxton is going to call in additional marines with the numbers he has now?”
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