Part 7 (1/2)

Sheridan adjusted his position and studied the ground between them and the forest. Cole was right, if they were going to find a safe way to the capital, it would be there. He quickly outlined his plan for the following night. Together they crawled back off the hill to brief the rest of the survivors. Whatever happened now, they were going to have to trust in their training and hope that they didn't run into any enemy patrols before they reached the safety of the woods. If they did, they would be cut to pieces and they all knew it.

Chapter 10.

Like spectral figures, Sheridan's group walked quietly through the fog clinging to the riverbank. Spread out, Sheridan and Agnar were in the lead, while fifty meters back Cole brought up the rest. If the first two b.u.mped into the enemy, the remainder would still have a chance to escape. Moving only at night, they had left the safety of the mountains and worked their way through the low-ground until they came to the river. Although the water was near freezing, Sheridan led them across to the far bank and away from the Kurgan forces. Rather than risk dumping her, in the freezing water Agnar had carried Hollande on his back.

Wet, tired and soaked to the bone, they were fortunate to find an abandoned cabin to sleep in during the day. Regrettably, there wasn't any food to be found in any of the cupboards. Before the sun came up, they sat down and finished off the last of the meat Agnar had cut from the side of the bear.

”How far do you think it is to the capital from here, sir?” Obermman asked Sheridan.

”It's difficult to tell,” replied Sheridan, gnawing on a piece of dry meat. ”I think it'll take us another two to three days to reach the outskirts of the city. That's the easy part. Getting in without being shot by the Kurgans or our own people will be the hard part.”

”Why's that?” queried Garcia.

Cole explained, ”We don't know where our forces are located. I, for one, don't want to blunder into a minefield or a pre-registered kill zone. Also, even if we make it all the way to our lines, we don't know any of the pa.s.swords. In short, everything to date has been easy compared to the next few days.”

”I don't want to die out here,” moaned Tartov. ”There has to be a way in.”

”There is,” said Sheridan, tiring of the PO's constant whining, ”We just have to find it.”

Andrews asked, ”Sir, do you think we might run into any Kurgans before we reach our lines?”

”If we don't, I'd be amazed.”

”Ok, enough chatter,” announced Cole. ”Andrews, you're on sentry. Everyone else get some sleep. We've got a long march ahead of us tomorrow, so get what rest you can.”

Sheridan leaned back against the wall and felt a s.h.i.+ver run down his spine. He couldn't decide if it was from the wet clothes that clung to his body or something else from deep in his psyche warning him to be careful. Either way, he wished it would go away. Tired from the day's exertions, Sheridan soon drifted off into a fitful sleep.

A hand touched Sheridan's shoulder.

Sheridan reached for his rifle and sat straight up. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to clear the sleep from them.

”Sir, you need to see this,” said Cole as he helped Sheridan up onto his feet. They felt like cold blocks of ice. He stamped his feet a couple of times to get the circulation flowing again. Sheridan joined Cole over by an open window.

”Keep low,” warned Cole.

Sheridan edged over to the window. It was light outside. He checked his watch and saw that it was nearly eleven in the morning.

”What's up, Sergeant?”

Cole handed Sheridan his binoculars and told Andrews to guard the front door. ”Sir, take a look back towards the Kurgan rear echelon and tell me what you see.”

Sheridan rubbed his tired eyes and then brought up the binoculars. Although it was far away, he could just make out transport vehicles dropping off people in an open field. A minute later, they boarded a Kurgan s.h.i.+p. As soon as the last person was on board, the large cargo bay doors closed and the craft took off and flew straight up into the cloud-covered sky. A horrible feeling of dread seeped into his body. He lowered the binoculars and looked over at Cole. ”Those were humans, weren't they?”

Cole nodded his head. ”It was hard to tell from this distance, but they looked to me like civilians being loaded up into those troop transporters.”

”Why the h.e.l.l would the Kurgans take civilians off Derra-5? In my studies, I never once came across anything like this. They generally ignored the human populations on the planets they invaded during the last war. I read dozens of history books at school and I don't ever recall reading a single pa.s.sage about population resettlement. After the ceasefire, we had to pick up those settlers trapped on the Kurgan side of the Disputed Zone as they wouldn't allow a single person on board their s.h.i.+ps.”

”Sir, you don't think they're gonna eat them, do you?” asked Andrews.

Sheridan shook his head. ”No, Andrews, contrary to what you may have read, the Kurgans do not eat people.”

”Mister Sheridan, I read this book in which they describe how the first colonists taken on Hobart-11 were butchered and eaten by the Kurgs.”

”Andrews, the book you read was wrong, completely wrong. Look, the Kurgans think we're a lesser species. We don't adhere to their religious beliefs and that makes us less than them in their eyes. Just like some religions on Earth won't eat certain foods because they have declared them to be unclean, the same goes for us. They may be carnivores, but I can a.s.sure you that we are not on the menu.”

”Watch the door,” said Cole to Andrews, ending his part in the conversation.

Cole asked, ”Sir, if the Kurgans are ambivalent to the colonists, why are they taking them off the planet?”

”I don't know, but I'm sure it's not a good thing.”

”Sir, we need to let our forces in the capital know what is going on.”

Sheridan sat down on the floor and made a note in his journal. ”Sergeant, if anything happens to me, please make sure that these notes are handed over to someone in the intelligence section.”

”You can hand them over yourself,” replied Cole, tapping Sheridan on the shoulder.

The next night after eating a quick meal, Sheridan led the group out into the dark. The batteries on their night vision gear had died days ago. Snow soon began to fall, making it hard to see more than a few meters in the distance.

Sheridan, like everyone else, was feeling the biting cold. He snugly wrapped his thermal blanket over his shoulders but kept his hands-free in case he needed to use his a.s.sault rifle.

They were making their way through a lightly wooded area, using the trees for cover, when Agnar suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Sheridan, in the dark, almost walked straight into the Marine on point. ”What's up?” he asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

”Sir, I heard something directly in front of us,” reported Agnar.

”What was it?”

”Not sure. It sounded like talking, but I can't be sure.”

The sound of a terrified scream, followed by a gunshot, tore through the dark.

Cole ran over and joined Sheridan.

Two more shots rang out.

Sheridan turned to face Cole. ”Sergeant, keep everyone back here out of sight. I'm going to take Agnar with me and see what's going on. If we're not back in five minutes, find a way around these woods and keep moving towards the capital.”

More gunfire.

”Sir, perhaps I should go,” offered Cole.

Sheridan shook his head. ”Sergeant, I need you to shepherd our people to safety.”

”Be careful, sir, it sounds like there's more than one person out there.”