The line of tactical trucks came to a sudden, silent stop at the edge of Kingsbridge. Ahead of them, the mist was so thick it looked like a solid wall of grey wool. If given an option none of the soldiers in the trucks would have chosen to walk into the mist willingly.
If Philip muttered 'the mist is your friend' one more time, someone was going to break his jaw. And there were many willing 'someone's' in the group.
Sunshine grabbed the radio, her voice crackling through every headset in the convoy. "Listen up. Check your pockets. If you haven't swallowed your Reddix pill yet, do it now. I know half of you are running on caffeine, coconut beans and anger. Get your heads on straight and chug your Vita-E, I'm not dragging anyone's exhausted butt across a battlefield. We need to be sharp. Our people are over there, and I want every single one of them back in one piece. Unless they are already dead when we find them. But other than that, no excuses."
