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Warrant Officer Chiang checked his tablet again. The infuriating little blue stars, which indicated the reinforcements promised to him by Southwest Command, were still blinking at the same map coordinates they were an hour ago. He keyed in another message to Command, told the system's AI not to edit out his profanity, and closed the map.
Around him, a short platoon of California militia---mostly displaced Los Angelinos---dug foxholes and ranged their weapons on the shoulders of I-10, several hundred meters distant from their position on the slopes. Sergeants Murphy and Diachenko, Chiang's subordinates and fellow advisors from the 1st Special Operation Group, helped the brave but untrained militia fighters establish ideal firing positions.
Behind him, technicians hurried repaired a squad of combat droids---heavily armed and tough but with outdated initiative protocols and of generally little use in a fight other than as a base of fire. A light Scorpion tank idled in the shade of a scrappy tree, its crew checking the vehicle's weapons.
Chiang's airborne drone chirped to him from his ear bud and he opened up the drone's view in his helmet visor. There, a swarm of yellow and getting closer: the Amalgam, flooding up the I-10 and over the rugged hills around it.
Nearly a battalion's worth, coming straight for them.
Diachenko yelled up the slope of the hill, her voice loud and clear despite the sound of e-tools and the militia chattering: "You see this, Chiang?" Her visor was down and she saw the same thing he did.
He nodded. "Alright, ladies and gents," he said to the militia. "Prep time is over. The Amalgam's almost here."
Sounds like a good scrap in the offing!
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