The answer spread through Outpost Echo like a shot of adrenaline.
For the first time that night, several defenders actually smiled.
Not because the battle was over.
Far from it.
The infected were still climbing over mountains of corpses.
The walls were still under pressure.
Machine guns were still firing nonstop.
But reinforcements meant hope.
And right now, hope was worth almost as much as ammunition.
Miles away from the fighting, inside Basa Air Base, another battle was beginning.
Not on the walls.
Not in the fields.
Inside the command center.
The doors opened.
Adrian stepped inside.
Immediately he knew something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The command center never slept.
There were always operators.
Always analysts.
Always radio traffic.
But tonight felt different.
The atmosphere was tense.
Urgent.
People were moving faster.
Voices were sharper.
Large tactical screens covered the front wall of the room.
Every screen showed live drone feeds.
Maps.
