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attitude, but he could see they were no different.
    "The invasion isn't even a day through yet, and you are giving up?" he asked them all.
    Nobody responded.
    "We are fighting and dying out there while you lot cry and cower in your bunker. Well, fuck you, fuck you all."
    White was ashamed enough that he did not answer, despite Taylor's ridicule. The room was silent as everyone waited for Taylor to continue and give them some answers.
    "We have just one choice here. We fight or we die. I didn't fight all these years to lie down and die now after all that. Can you honestly tell me that everything we did these past few years was for nothing? No, we have beaten these bastards more than once. We've beaten everything they have thrown at us, and now is the final hurdle. Erdogan himself."
    "What do we do?" asked one of the other officers at the table.
    "What we always do, stand and fight," Taylor quickly retorted.
    "If you'd not destroyed our defences, maybe we wouldn't have to be fighting on our own soil," snapped one of the other Generals.
    Taylor turned and looked in disgust at the man who he didn't recognise. The General was a good few pounds overweight and looked like a man who'd never seen combat in his life. His face was red and sweaty, which only exaggerated the shine on his baldhead. He was all Taylor despised in armchair generals.
    "Yeah, and maybe if I'd not gone up there, Washington would be a wasteland right about now, along with a dozen or more cities around the World. I did what had to be done. I'm not saying it was the perfect solution, but it was the best of a bad bunch."
    "You have single-handedly opened up the doors for this invasion which could be the end of us all!"
    "Well you pompous, arrogant, naive asshole!" Taylor yelled.
    "Enough!" White boomed.
    He looked to the General. His face was fuming.
    "General Gomez, the last thing we need right now is to be arguing over what might have been. And you, Colonel, you may be a valuable asset, but that does not make you above the chain of command or beyond common courtesy. What is quite clear is that we need to go forward, and that will not happen while we stand here having a pissing contest."
    They all now looked to White for answers.
    "As you are all well aware, the enemy comms jamming caused us some serious issues. We still have direct feeds operational to DC and most of the East Coast bases. National Guard in New York is taking an absolute beating, and the marines in Norfolk are having it just as bad. We do not expect either location to hold beyond the day."
    It was a shock to Taylor. He'd spent so long fighting on foreign soil that the prospect of American cities being fought over was utterly alien to him. He knew such battles had been fought before, but he had never been in such proximity that it felt so real.
    The General opened his mouth to speak, but before he got another word out, a warning light flashed, and a siren sounded throughout the room. They all looked around for answers, but the live update information on the map before them displayed the danger. More than a dozen enemy vessels were approaching, and the base defences that had come so close to firing upon Taylor and his unit were already lit up. Missile trails and tracers lit up the map as the fight played out like a video game.
    "Sir, troops and armoured vehicles are descending from incoming targets," stated one of the officers at a console beside the table.
    "In what number?" White asked.
    "Hard to tell, Sir, but we have detected well over three hundred Mechs to the east perimeter and more closing in from the south."
    "I want everyone on base able to walk armed and at their stations immediately!"
    He looked back to Taylor.
    "How many men have you got with you?"
    "A few hundred."
    "Will they fight?"
    "Always."
    "Then we need you. Head to the southern perimeter and do what you do best."
    "Yes, Sir," Taylor replied with a smile.
    The situation sucked and Mitch was well aware of it. But heading out to