Earth Unaware (First Formic War)

Edimar aside and showed her kindness was exactly what Alejandra would have done.
    “What kind of parameters should I set up in the program?” Dreo asked.
    “I wish Father were here,” said Edimar. “He would know better than me.”
    “Well, he isn’t,” said Dreo. “You have to decide.”
    Edimar thought for a moment. “Cancel out all the debris that’s beyond two hundred meters of our position yet within ten kilometers. That should cancel out most of the objects the Eye is tracking but pose no real threat to us. The one exception should be the quickship. We should continue to track that.”
    “I don’t know which of these objects is the quickship,” said Dreo. “I can’t isolate that.”
    Edimar put on her goggles and found the quickship easily. “That one,” said Edimar, moving the icon for the object into Dreo’s monitor field.
    “All right,” said Dreo. “The quickship is still on the watch list. What else?”
    “Now we’re primarily looking at debris within two hundred meters of us,” said Edimar. “Plus whatever we can see beyond the debris cloud.”
    “That’s still over eight hundred objects,” said Dreo.
    “Most of the objects are merely drifting, though,” said Edimar, “so we really don’t have to worry about the small ones. They won’t damage the ship. It’s the big ones we have to track. Cancel out all debris that’s less than two meters in length. That should remove all small debris and bodies from the watch list.” She remembered that Mono was listening and removed her goggles enough to glance at him.
    “I know what a dead body is,” said Mono. “You don’t have to talk different just because I’m here.”
    “Takes you down to fifty-three objects,” said Dreo. “Much less than you started with.”
    “Can you put the objects in order of priority based on their distance from the ship?” asked Edimar.
    “Done,” said Dreo.
    Edimar adjusted her goggles and smiled at the list. This was certainly more manageable. This she could handle, even without Father’s help. She started at the top and scanned down to the bottom. The last object on the list instantly wiped the smile from her face. It was only a few thousand kilometers out and moving in their direction at incredible speed.
    “What is it?” asked Rena. “What’s wrong?”
    “It’s the pod,” said Edimar. “It’s coming back.”

 
    CHAPTER 12
    Tech
    Captain Wit O’Toole moved through the forest under the cover of night. His footfalls were soft and silent. His P87 assault rifle was at his shoulder. His body was slightly crouched, keeping a low center of gravity. His helmet had no visor or eye slits but covered his face completely with blast-resistant metal. His body armor was lightweight and camouflaged for darkness. Beside him, six MOPs in identical gear, carrying identical weapons, kept pace with him as he advanced up the slope of the Parvati Valley in northern India, weaving through the pine and fir trees as quiet as the wind.
    Inside Wit’s helmet, his HUD projected a 180-degree view of the terrain in front of him, as bright as if it were day, allowing him to see every detail of the forest. The computer helped further by flagging any obstacles in his path. A root, a low branch, a patch of uneven ground.
    A female computer voice said, “One hundred meters to target.”
    “Full stop,” said Wit.
    The six MOPs stopped their advance and moved into a tight circle, dropping to one knee with their backs to one another, rifles up, covering their position from every approach. It was a simple tactical move, but it was done swiftly and silently, without hesitation or missteps, as fluid as a practiced dance.
    “We’re a hundred meters from the target,” said Wit. “Now what?”
    “Threat assessment,” said Bogdanovich.
    “How?” asked Wit.
    “Satellite feed,” said Lobo, “I’ll patch us in.”
    A window popped up on Wit’s HUD showing an overhead view of their position taken from a satellite. Wit blinked out a command, and the satellite image shifted, scrolling upward over the treetops in the direction the team was headed. The tree line ended, and a wide meadow came into view. A concrete two-story building, with an almost bunkerlike appearance, stood in the center of the meadow. The Indian military had built it here for military exercises like this one. Several armed guards patrolled the perimeter.
    “What a lovely mountain resort,” said Pinetop.
    “The brochure said five stars,”