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Miller looked at his men and the girls. He then turned over to Henderson.
With a humored smile, he asked, "Do you have an armory?"
Donnie immediately perked up. She hustled to Miller's side. Corporal Henderson led Miller, Horvath, Donnie, and a couple of his guys to the inside of a building.
"This is everything," a private spoke slowly, "The .230 caliber machine guns, seventeen grenades, eleven Hawkins mines, and two bazookas, but we only got eight rounds left. Assorted small arms. We had a sixty mortar, but an artie round took it out."
"Mine as well be spit wads if they rollin' us with tanks," the other private jumped in.
"Which they're sure to do," he muttered before turning to the woman. "I know you're higher in the chain, but do you mind me taking the reigns?"
The green eyed woman smirked. "Sure, have fun."
"Whatcha thinkin' sir?" Horvath asked the Captain.
"Well, I'm thinking they're gonna try and whip out the flanks," he answered while moving the group outside. "Unless we draw them up this main road, here, in between the buildings, where all the rubble makes a bit of a bottleneck."
"You wanna disable them?" Donnie questioned with a raised brow.
"If we can make that tank a sixty ton roadblock. We do that, we got a fighting chance on the flanks."
"Yes sir, that's good," Henderson complimented, "Split them up, don't let them mass."
Miller continued, "Hit 'em hard when we can, one on one, and fall back to the bridge."
Horvath smirked. "Move 'em down here, two up high, have a pistol of bad news on their heads."
"That would be the idea." He, and a few others, walked over to the sniper. "Jackson, if we can, I'd like to get you up in that bell tower."
"Yes sir."
"Give ya a little company if ya need it."
He smirked. "Yes sir, some company couldn't hurt. I'd say, uh, a thirty with about a thousand rounds would be okay."
"Parker," Henderson called over his shoulder, "job opportunity." His smile sent a shiver up Montie's spine.
The blonde gripped Parker's shoulder. He glanced at her.
"Don't get cocky."
He nodded with a slightly grim expression before heading over.
Miller led the way through the bottom of another building. Reiben started walking with them.
"Yeah, well, it's not the worst idea ever Captain," he spoke up, "It's just that everything depends on getting this tank down the main road, right?" The group moved through the streets. "How the hell do you plan on doing that?"
"Reiben's right," Horvath agreed, "As our esteemed colleague from the airborne pointed out, what we got here is a bunch of spit wads. So, how do we stop it, if we get it to commit?"
The Captain looked past Henderson's shoulder to see a miniature jeep.
"Give it a rabbit to chase." The others followed his gaze. "We could hit the tank in the tracks."
"Yeah, but with what?"
Miller let out a sigh. "We could try a sticky bomb."
"Sticky bomb, sir?" Ryan asked skeptically.
Smirking, Henderson asked, "Sir, are you making that up?"
"No, it's in the field manual. You can check it out if you want."
Ryan grinned. "We seem to be out of field manuals, sir. Perhaps you could enlighten us."
Miller made a curt nod. "You have some demolition, don't ya? Some TNT, or Composition B?"
"Now you're speaking my language." Jo beamed.
Toynbe mimicked her smile. "That, sir, is the one thing we got plenty of. I've got that bridge wired with enough Composition B to blow it up twice."
"Alright. Spare some then." Miller started to hustle toward the bridge. The group of soldiers followed. The Captain began explaining, "Take a standard issued GI sock, cram it with enough Comp B it can hold. Rig up a simple fuse. You coat the whole thing with axel grease, and when ya throw it, it should stick. It's a bomb that sticks; it's a sticky bomb. Come up with a better way to knock the tracks off a tank, I'm all ears."
"This is good," Reiben stated, "Now we gotta surrender our socks.
Jack chuckled at the comment. Donnie smirked.
"It could be worse," the brunette called back.
"How so?"
She slowed down and walked between him and the short haired blonde.
"You could've had to surrender your underpants."
Jack held in a guffaw at the joke. Reiben smirked while chuckling. He watched as Donnie hustled to catch up with Miller, Horvath, and Toynbe. At the back of the group, Upham stopped in his tracks. His deep brown eyes gazed around the busy area. He sighed as he watched soldiers prepare for the coming battle. His gaze was ripped away as someone nudged his shoulder. He looked over to see violet eyes.
"You okay?" asked Bo.
He nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Come on," she urged.
The two spread out across the "campsite". Montie helped make the sticky bombs. Jo helped plant some mines. Jack helped her brother get his things into the bell tower. Donnie and Bo set up their own stations. The blue eyed blonde quickly found the entrance to the bell tower. She scaled the stairs quickly and methodically. When she reached the top, she peered into the room. Her brother and Parker were setting up the guns. Jackson caught sight of her.
"Dinah Lee," he called.
She walked farther into the room. Ignoring Parker, she ran and embraced her brother. Jackson returned the hug. Small tears escaped her baby blues.
"Daniel?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"I'm so sorry."
His grip tightened. "For what?"
"Everything. For treating you like ya don't matter, for lying to ya, for scaring ya. You're my brother and I love you. I want you to live and come home with me to see mama after this."
He wiped tears from her eyes.
"I'll go home, if you go home," he joked. She chuckled. "I love ya too, and that's all that matters."
"Promise me you'll make it," she whispered.
He smiled gently. "I promise."
She grinned. "Good, 'cause I ain't the only one who wants ya to come home."
Jack walked over to the stairs as her brother contemplated what she said. A look of understanding crossed his face.
"Dinah Lee, you don't mean-"
"I can't tell ya," she said as she zipped down the stairs.
"Dinah," he called, using her nickname, "Dinah!"
Parker snickered. "Women."
Jackson glanced at him. "Shut up."
With a smirk, Parker put up his hands defensively before returning to his tasks. Jackson soon rejoined him.
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