Night of The Dead- Chapter 7: Terra Firma?

2nd Lieutenant Khezz sat there alone on one side of the long table, and the facing side sat four men, all looking at least 50 years old. The room was rather dim, save the green and blue lights emanating from the surface of the tabletop screen. The chair Kheez was on, was cold and metallic.

"2nd Lieutenant Kheez," one of them spoke, having his eyes locked onto a clipboard in his hand.
" Sir." Kheez lifted his stooped head to face the second man from the left of him. He had a worn out look, clearly from years of warfare. The flickering light could only cast momentary visibility onto their faces, shadowed their eyes from Kheez. The Exit sign from way behind him could not even shed the slightest illumination there.

" Your drop point was supposed to be the West point of Boston City, by the city stadium. Could you explain to us why you did not make the drop point?" The man moved the white arrowed cursor in the tabletop screen using a ball-like mouse, scrolling over to the designated drop point in the projected map of Boston City.

Kheez could already hear the commotion that night in the helicopter. it came so suddenly, the problem.

" The pilot was already signaling a Terra Firma in T minus 7 minutes. It was dark and it was raining that night. The fog did not help our flying that well. The co-pilot suddenly yelled that something large was coming our way."
" Something large? Could you detail this lare thing better?" The man on the extreme left asked. His voice hollow, almost chilling. He sounded a whisper, but the clarity broke through the room like a sharp knife. His face concurred to many years of military exposure.
" A bat. A very huge bat. We concluded that they were clearly going for our helicopter with hostility," Kheez explained.
" Your team abandoned the Gazelle after that?" he spoke again, the man on the extreme left of Kheez. Kheez nodded.

It was still crystal clear in Kheez's head. Ixate had called for the jump. The weather was too aggressive for all of them to jump together, so each of them took a 30 second jump gap time. They were to meet up in the middle of Boston City, in the diamond-shaped garden, as commanded by Crucist. As a result of this, they were scattered all over Boston City, in which a considerably long time was gone to waste.
" Communication was distorted from time to time. It took a little longer than expected, but we managed to regroup at the designated position."
" What happened to the two pilots?" The man second from left asked. All eyes were fixed on Kheez, he thought. He couldn't see them, but he didn't need to see any of them. He could guarantee it.

" Where're the pilots?" Crucist yelled as soon as he caught vision of me. I lifted both my shoulders, and we turned to yet another appearing figure. Kheez radioed over a negative answer as well. I turned to look around the buildings surrounding the diamond-shaped garden. Nothing Above ten story's, I thought. Then my eyes crossed Night Cat's barrel. He was already scanning the two pilots and possible hostilities from one of the buildings.
" Night Cat. Beware of your six. You're unguarded," I urged.
" I know what I'm doing," he replied, and static ended that conversation.
I turned to Kheez and Crucist now.
" Crucist and Kheez, you guys focus on the eastern and southern junctions from the garden. Me and Night Cat will take the other ones. The only way for us to rendevouz with the pilots is for us to wait here."
Three simultaneous replies of affirmation echoed in my ears, and we all immediately took our positions.
The night was dark and stormy. Fog was billowing across all parts of the city, limiting our visions by drastic proportions. 10 minutes had already passed. Crucist had already shot up 3 rescue flares in hope that the pilots would follow them to us. I rested my gun over my shoulder, and the other hand ran across my face, clearing rain water and sweat. The place was silent. Almost too silent. All ringing in our ears were constant taps of raindrop crashing onto the asphalt. The street lights were bright yellow. I could see every single droplet of rain streaming down. This is not working out, I thought. We cannot simply abandon our mission and wait here for two pilots we were unsure survived the landing.
" Guys.." I broke the silence that hung for almost 15 minutes now.
" Can we wait for a little while more? Say 5 more minutes? That'll round our time up to 20 minutes." Kheez turned to face Night Cat from a distance, and from his scope lens he could clearly see Kheez's middle finger.
" Ok. But we should already be getting into our mission soon. I don't want to lose more casualties while we're waiting here," I finalized.
The muting silence around was once again broken, a little before we were about to move out.