“Goddamnit,” Imlay cursed. Gilda glanced at his direction, seeing him watch two Marines carrying the parts of the big gun pinned down by the Flyers. Worse, dust flew, punctuated with as the Troopers were dropped off. They roared in victory. “Shit!” the Corporal shouted. He looked at the nearby Marines. “Cover Watkins and Briggs! We need that fifty-cal back inside! Now!” 