A shell dropped by one of the Marine airships landed nearby, scattering his men. Two were hit and wouldn’t be getting up. Furious, Wil signaled his men to regroup. They took refuge in a burning, bomb shattered building.
The tech worked his magic while an impatient colonel watched the landscape turn from a lush jungle to Armageddon. He heard a voice in his ear, faint above the screech of equipment and explosions.
“This is VanLipsig on the advance team.”
“Is there a problem, Colonel?”
“Little one, yeah. Your guys are dropping bombs on my men! Last time I looked, we wore the same uniform. Tell the birds if they can’t see who they’re dropping their eggs on, they shouldn’t drop them. I lost two men!”
“We don’t show anyone in your area, sir.”
A bomb exploded outside, blowing a hole in the wall. Debris covered Wil and his people. Coughing, they held their positions, waiting. Wil VanLipsig’s voice got very quiet.
“Who am I speaking to?”
“Let me tell you something, Corporal Tucker. You’ve got birds in my air. They’re blowing up my ground and killing my people. You make it stop, Corporal. Now.”
“Not anymore.” He ended the transmission, cursing under his breath. He slowly counted to 127 before the airships were diverted.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes