Selene darted through the street scape just as she had been taught during her training. She kept herself in the center of a triangle that seemed to be forming between O’Hennessey, Rooster and another soldier who’s name she hadn’t gotten. She was supposed to be near the head quarters unit and so far O’Hennessey was it. Once someone got hit, or they set up a defensive position she would have somewhere to work.

The city seemed alien to her, possessing neither the modern grace of Lucerne nor the pastoral idyllic quality of rural Switzerland. Many of the building were damaged, either by enemy fire or looting by the native population. A large proportion of which were hostile to her and her Marines. Somewhat belatedly she unsnapped her pistol and bought it up to the appropriate position. At least she could look like a soldier.

A series of powerful explosions rocked the streets ahead and she almost barreled into O’Hennessy’s back as he stopped, making a sudden change in direction she hadn’t anticipated. She gritted her teeth. Just stay near him the man had said. So far so good.