Eric watched the horizon. He wore a grim expression as he listened to the radio chatter coming through. At this point, micromanaging the troops would get them killed. After he had released the leaders to their sectors, he stood by with Michael. They waited for if and when something needed their attention.
"We've been fighting these assholes for two years, Eric. The guys know what to do. This ain't the first time we're killing a super weapon."
Eric facepalmed himself, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, comparing the Brios or anything else they've thrown at us so far to the Ark is like comparing a stick of dynamite to a tank round."
Michael laughed, and Eric sighed.
Eric looked over, noticing the captain was shaking. He narrowed his eyes.
"I see. He's putting up a front."
"Chaos one, this is birdie. Target is four miles out. I repeat, target is four miles out."
Eric swallowed his saliva. His throat felt dry and his chest tightened as he heard the report.
