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the dust from his eyes. He could hear a roaring noise, and then he made out an individual sound.
    What is it?
    No one was talking to him, and then he realized as his head cleared that something was coming through in his earpiece.
    At last.
    "This is Echo One. Go ahead."
    As the voice answered, he heard the sound of gunfire.
    "This is Rovere, Echo Three. We're engaging the enemy. They came pouring out of one of the side tunnels."
    "Can you hold them?"
    A pause. "I could have done with those machine guns. It's going to be close, Boss."
    "We're on the way."
    He sent the gunners ahead, and shouted at them to follow him. As he ran, he ordered the men shepherding the POWs to hold just inside the cave entrance. He forged ahead until he could see the glimmer of the starlit night sky ahead of him. The sounds of battle were more intense; the sharp, heavy crack of the sniper rifles, the rattle of Rovere's assault rifle, overlaid by the deeper, heavier sounds of the enemy Kalashnikovs. He looked outside. The Italian had fallen back to a narrow position behind some rocks. As he reached the mouth of the tunnel, he came alongside the two Minimis, already spitting out their message of death as the gunners went about their work. Multiple flashes, sparkling like fireflies, lit the night sky, but there was little beauty in the brutal intensity of the barrage of gunfire. He made a fast estimate. There had to be at least a score of fighters outside, and in such a strategically important position as this one, there'd be many more on the way.
    "Echo Three, this is Echo One. We're at the cave entrance. We'll come at them from behind, which should give them something to think about. In the meantime, I'm calling in air support. There could be a whole heap of insurgents on the way, more than we can handle."
    "The sooner the better. We've been lucky. No casualties so far, but it can't last,” Rovere replied.
    "Copy that."
    He switched frequencies to contact the forward air controller. It was an Air Force Major, sitting comfortably in an AWACS aircraft five thousand meters up in the night sky.
    "This is Echo One. We need support down here. Do you read, Sentry One?"
    A pause, and then the crackle of sound from above.
    "We read you loud and clear, Echo One. We're observing the action right now. Be advised, there are other groups of hostiles on the way to reinforce. We estimate the first group of thirty, three zero hostiles; will be in a position to join the fight inside of four minutes. They're running across those mountains like fucking goats."
    "What can you give us?"
    This time the reply was immediate.
      "I already called in a couple of Warthogs that were prowling around the area, looking for business. Hold your positions. Do not move. I've given them the target coordinates, and we don't want any accidents."
    "Copy that. When it’s over, we’ll need a Medevac. We’re bringing out five NATO POWs, and thanks."
    “You’re welcome.”
    He switched to the command frequency and gave them the good news.
    "You guys looking after the POWs, stay inside the cave entrance. When the Warthogs come over, a few meters of rock is the best protection from those depleted uranium slugs. The rest of you, they know where we are, so hold your positions." He thought about the last time he'd seen the Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolts in action and clicked his mic again, "and enjoy the show."
    They waited for a few minutes; occasionally sending short bursts toward the enemy in case they got any ideas of rushing them. It was as well the air support was on the way. Talley knew the ammunition was starting to run low. Like most operations done in a hurry, what should have been a sneak attack, fast in, fast out, had become an extended firefight, and they weren’t equipped for full-scale battle. He looked up at the night sky as he heard the sound of aircraft engines coming in fast and low. The enemy stopped shooting at them, too, and several pointed their guns skyward,