Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 4: Infiltration==

Two days have passed. Twelve conscripts have been dragged off. Filthy Witch-kin and their disguises. Jericus was sure they would all die in the next assault. At least the remaining conscripts were learning. So was Georgio, though he was way too slow.

"Check the barrels again. I'll finish up modifying your armor."

"Is that necessary? You know how the 'Uplifter' requires us to keep our equipment in prime, STANDARD condition?"

"Shut your mouth for once. We are going to die if nothing short of a miracle happens. I'm making your armor more comfortable to die in."

Georgio looked at Jericus in his normal, idiotic way. He still did not get it.
"Did my sleeping bag have to die for that? I preferred to sleep in it. You know what sleeping is?"

Jericus was fed up, but decided to ignore the fool for once.

"There. All done." 
He went to his place as the gunner to wait for threats.
Georgio, damn spoiled brat... Jericus wanted this to be over with. But the tech-priest still needed time to get the chimera moving, just a few hours now. He was not going to die on this rock.

Georgio, just as usual, took a comfortable position. War was hell, but these mutants were a piece of cake. He opened his ration pack, and was about to bite the tasteless bar, but then stopped. He thought he saw something move. As he looked around, all was normal. He went back to eating, but now saw it: Reflection of movement on his ration pack's shiny surface. Then his world was shrunk to contain only his shoulder and pain. He screamed.

Jericus fumbled for his pistol while turning, seeing the witch-kin tearing at Georgios shoulder using its impossibly huge mouth filled with filed teeth. He managed to get his gun out, and blasted the mutant with a beam of laser. Whatever people say about the "flashlight", it is more than capable of killing a human, especially with limited or no armour. The laspistol burned a hole through the filthy creature's head and into Giorgio's shoulder, both of which fell to the ground motionless. Another set of filed teeth dug into Jericus's pistol arm.

Georgio regained consciousness just soon enough to see Jericus get dragged away screaming. The pain was unbearable, and his arm wouldn't move. He saw the assault beginning. He saw the remaining conscripts open fire, and heard heavy weapon teams climb onto the chimera, to gain advantage. The fight was short, and the perfectly timed ignition of chimera's engine got all guard survivors do the classical decision for defeating the enemy: Retreat and regroup. Georgio was left there, in middle of the cheering mutants. He was about to lose consciousness again.

"well, well, well. Look at what we have here." Someone said in a cold tone.