Martin blew into his hands as he watched the distance. Slowly, he walked down the trench. His soldiers were lined up shoulder to shoulder against the earthworks. Each had their rifle aimed and ready. As he walked by the officers, they saluted him.
Something wasn't right to Martin. There had been a few minor advances of the Machines but after a few minutes, they retreated. It was unusually to see a T-600 tuck tail and run. It didn't sit well with him. It really didn't sit well with him that the sounds of war and violence from the southern front could clearly be heard. All of the waiting and all of the noise was bringing to psych out his people.
"Sergeant." Martin said finally turning to look at the young woman who was following him around. "Get Command on the horn. Tell Connor that we have received minimal activity on our front and I request moving some of my reserves to be redeployed on our southern front."
The woman saluted and raced back to the field radio that had been set up for Matin to use. Martin pulled out a set of binoculars from his pocket and began to examine the field before him. He suddenly swore and moved after the sergeant. When he finally caught up with her, she was already on the radio talking with Command.
"Sergeant, forget about moving the men." Martin looked up at the field before him. "This whole thing is a set up. Those first few waves have active all of our traps and mines. There is nothing between us and the Machines. Tell Command we need artillery all across the field and we need it now."
"Command, this is Sergeant Williams, we need an immediate fire mission on the field before us. Repeat, immediate fire mission." The sergeant sat down the mic and looked up at Martin. "Artillery is moving into position."
Martin turned to the officers around him and shouted. "Pass the word, incoming artillery. Prepare the men to prepare to defend themselves."
Just as Martin feared, the Machines were advancing again across the field. This time they were in full force. As they made their way forward, the Resistance shells began dropping all around them. The field lit up with the flames and explosions. Martin moved towards the earthworks and picked up his rifle. This was no skirmish, this was Skynet's play. He had to buy some time for John.
