The strike team touches down around after midday, outside an office building in a Tokyo suburb. The pavements were littered with hasty takeaways, dropped by workers caught during lunch. After fighting in the dark for so long, the bright sunlight on the screens, flooding the control room, is disconcerting.
Extraterrestrials - Floaters, Thin Men - have occupied the buildings, leaving the squad trapped out in the open. With little choice, they charge for the nearest office, hoping to take cover against the outer walls. With nowhere else to go, Cyclops and Lambert provide covering fire from the ramp of the Skyranger.Boghead, McGee, Mitchell and Glanville make it into cover by the skin of their teeth. Within minutes, the office is coming down around their ears, plaster dust mixing with smoke from one of McGee's grenades.
The nuggets show their mettle, however, dropping a pair of tactical frags that cracks open the enemy shell. The office becomes another shooting gallery, but this time we're the punters.Cyclops' performance forces me to recognise that, whatever our differences, he's a damn good sniper. Spotting a Thin Man creeping round the back by nothing more than the emerald glow of its rifle on the rubble, he fired through a wall for the headshot. That's class.
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