Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 78

Watney in conversation. path towards the primary sniper unit. Before she could hail them on the radio, however, Ebon called in. “REPUBLIC hailing SPECTRE.” “SPECTRE clear. Go ahead, REPUBLIC.” “Enemy patrol inbound to current location. Advise.” “Standby.” Watney turned to Surrich. He shook his head. “Negative on engagement. Watchtower Two, two bogeys riding shotgun.” He detached his visor once again—the stupid thing always got in the way—and looked skin. He noted two sentries, binoculars and radio in the hand of Watney bit her lip. “REPUBLIC, do not engage. Repeat, do not engage.” calm, but they could just hear Jaig on the other end, muttering, “How many units?” Watney asked. Tower Two make six.” do you have?” us.” Surrich swallowed. They had to do something. “Watney, I can take them out.” “Request denied.” [67] Z