C269 A Death Battle

When Moorer awoke from a sharp sting, it was already 6:30 in the morning, roused by the first light of dawn.

"Hey! Old Mo! You damn brown hair! Wake up! Lee Lin is here!"

Moorer bolted upright. "Lee Lin? Where's Lee Lin? Did he get caught in the trap?"

"Not yet. They're coming from the east, driving a Humvee, and they're about to hit the roadblock."

"Damn..." Moorer, weary