Gunshots echoed from the gully for a second time within a few minutes. Casey thanked the unseen man fervently as he crawled north with the alien equipment only yards away.

Men trained to run directly towards problems as they arose; in the elite military formations, running away was not an option. That philosophy made Casey’s search easier; any fallen weaponry would be near the lip of the gully. All he had to do was look for foliage disrupted from a battle, then search the area.

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The theory sounded simple. It was much harder to perform when his stomach hurt and his muscles cramped at irregular intervals. Whatever that wave had been, it had done damage to his body. Only time would tell if the damage was fatal. He briefly hoped he had enough time left to kill more of the little bastards. Then Casey returned to the task at hand.