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had been told she'd likely never hear.
The rusty, old klaxon's pealed their cry across the defenses, triggered by a watchman in the forward trench. For the first time in 3 years it seemed a group of demons had managed to stumble their way out of the carcass of the city. "Allright girls, take your positions, just like in the drills. We are in no danger back here, so there's no need to be nervous." rang the calm voice of Sister Alexandra. With a hussle of activity the girls complied. There were only 12 of them, but they were determined not to allow any of the enemy through. "Hope you're not nervous, Abs" whispered her spotter Chrissy, "I've done this half a dozen times before, just relax and remember your training and you'll do fine." Abby sighed, Chrissy was probably right, after all Chrissy had helped beat back that Tyranid splinter fleet a couple of sectors over a few years back, and if a Tyranid invasion force didn't scare her, then what were a few lesser demons?
Readying herself, Abby surveyed the forward trenches through her sight. There was no real need to focus, the guardsmen had been more than willing to go out and paint range markers in front of their trenches for the snipers, and she'd had nothing better to do for the last 2 weeks but practice shooting the rocks the 28th had painted. It was at that moment that she got her first look at the Great Enemy. They were vile disgusting creatures, no two alike. Some ran on all fours, others shambled forward on two, and close to the back she could swear there was one with 5 legs, loping with some strange lopsided stride. All told, it looked to be one of the larger groups to emerge from the hive in quite some time, maybe twenty to twenty five puss spewing corpse bags. |
