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〃Negative。 He didn't know who the enemy was； exactly； but he was aware that something was wrong back on Earth。 Don't ask me how； it was all hush…hush stuff。〃
Even Annie； standing up in the truck's shotgun seat and resting her chin on her forearms； on the windshield frame； didn't have to ask Scott why he hadn't told them all that before。 With the risk of capture or even desertion…‘going my own way；〃 as Rand or Rook would have called it…ever present； Scott simply couldn't take the chance。
Still； she kicked the glove partment a little and pulled her E。T。 hat down lower on her head； sticking out her lower lip。 Lunk gave her a quick look； then went back to his driving。
Scott continued； 〃The way I figure it； there ought to be hundreds of Veritechs there； maybe a thousand or more。 And ground units； assault mecha； supplies； and ammo…the works！〃
Annie whooped into the dawn air。 〃Awright！ Now that's the way to show 'em how it's done！〃
〃Wait； Scott。〃 Rand sounded edgy。 〃How can you hide an army that size？〃
Scott was all confidence and can…do。 〃No more hiding。 There's a secure base of operations there by now。 From there we go island…hopping； cutting the links between Invid bases； until Reflex Point's isolated； and we can smash it。〃
Just then； Scott's displays began flashing and beeping for his attention。 puters sorted through the sensor information and flashed order…of…battle information； indicating that there was a large； friendly force just over the next ridge。
He caught a flash of bright metal off fighter tailerons； and in the valley below he saw ranked mecha in the predawn mist。 〃All right； boys and girls！ There it is； just ahead！〃
He increased power to the Guardian's foot…thrusters。 〃I'm going to go on ahead and report in。〃 The Guardian flashed away； over the rise。
〃Can't wait to see his playmates； huh？〃 Rand grumbled。 This business about reporting in had reminded him that he wasn't on any army roster。 Like Rook and Annie； he was just an irregular who had joined up with Scott to try to do his bit for the Human race。 But he obviously had no place in a regulation strikeforce。
So； what happens to the rest of us now？ 〃Thanks； and don't let the door hit you in the butt as you leave？〃
The mists still swirled around the many hectares of grounded mecha。 Scott figured the base was operating under blackout conditions； because he could see no lights or movement。 He didn't receive any warn…offs or challenges； and he didn't get any indications that radar or sensors were checking him out； but he decided to land on the hillside and go in on foot anyway。 The base might be using new mo procedures； and he had no desire to be shot down as a bogie。
The Guardian bowed its radome； and Scott hopped down。 He stood breathing Earth's air for a few deep breaths； feeling the moment。 From this beachhead； we take our homeworld back！
Rand and Rook had raced ahead of the others； their Cycs came leaping over the hill with a winding of Robotech engines。 The sun was about to top a ridge to the east； Scott decided he might as well wait and ride down with his panions。 He was painfully aware that； except for Lancer and Lunk； they had no place in this regular…army campaign。
Rand and Rook came to side…on stops； pushing up their goggles； and Lancer showed up moments later； with Lunk not far behind。 Scott checked himself to make sure the mauve…and…purple flightsuit with its unit patches of his division； the Mars Division； and his knee…length； rust…red boots were all in order。 Insignia； buttons； sidearm…he wasn't quite strac； but he wasn't looking too bad for somebody who had been stranded for so long。
Scott and his teammates were exchanging a few mild； almost self…conscious congratulations…when Annie gave a dismayed yelp。
〃The base！ Look！〃
They turned to look at the base just as the sun crested the ridge and its light shone off the snowy hills； brightening the little valley that was the home of Earth's liberation army。
But what they saw wasn't a home but rather a graveyard。 Attack…transport spacecraft lay gutted like crushed eggs。 Broken and burned…out mecha were everywhere。 Ranks of parked Veritech Alphas had been holed and eliminated before ground crews and pilots could even reach them。 Battloids and Hovertanks and MACs and logistical vehicles lay on the ground like shattered toys。 And the stench of death wafted on the warming breeze。
The valley was filled with jutting； broken； blackened fuselages and skeletal； burned…off airframes and hulls。 Barely keeping his balance； Scott stumbled to the edge of the rise； looking down； both hands buried in his dark hair。
The clearing of the mist only made it worse by the second。 〃I don't believe it； this； this can't be…〃 He howled across the valley； hoping the survivors would answer。 He fired his H90 aimlessly into the air。 The others sat in their vehicles and looked at one another in despair。 At last Scott Bernard dropped the pistol； sank to his knees； and wept。
Earth's liberating army！ The mist for its shroud； the vultures to caw taps over it。
One by one his friends dismounted and gathered around him。
They went down among the monolithic wrecks； there was no place else to go。 Lunk opened up the last of their rations and Annie built a fire。 Scott had wandered off。
He was sitting in the shade of a three…tube pumpedlaser turret； looking off at nothing； eyes unfocused。 Eventually； Rand came over with a plate of food and a cup of ersatz ration coffee； nudging them up against Scott。 〃Enough is enough。 Time to eat； before you keel over。〃
He turned to go； then turned back for a moment。 〃You've got the team to think about； y'know。〃 Rand walked away； the soles of his desert boots gritting in the sand。 Scott stared blankly at the field of carnage。
Back at the campfire； Rook tried to sound positive； although cheerleading wasn't usually in her line of work； but everybody else seemed to be falling apart。 〃Look； here's a good idea： Why don't we get outta this dump right now？〃
Lancer studied his ration can's contents； stirring them。 〃Not until we collect everything of use。 Ordnance； supplies； weapons； perhaps Protoculture。〃
They all shivered a little； realizin