Victory

Devon's roared commands spurred the soldiers into action. The left flank immediately melted into the thick fog, their rifle sights seeking the shadows on the cliff face. The right flank dropped to a knee, setting up a light machine gun. Its staccato roar, like a sudden downpour of lead, hammered against the enemy position, forcing the ambushers to duck for cover. I clutched my short knife, staying low in the depression on the slope next to Devon. His injured shoulder trembled slightly, yet his voice remained sharp and precise as he directed the fight. "Watch the gas! Change filter canisters every ten minutes!" Just then, the distant growl of engines cut through the din. From within the mist emerged three military armored vehicles, the silver wolf's head emblem on their hulls gleaming with a cold light in the fading dusk—reinforcements had arrived! "Alpha! We're here!"an officer shouted, leaning out of the lead vehicle's window. The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles swiveled an