Tom had more important things to do than nursemaid Hooter’s ego. The task force still had a mission. He returned his attention to the street just in time to see a half-dozen squat green shapes emerge from the ruins. The hostiles were little more than silhouettes with the raw, rough-hewn shape of trolls, but shorter and broader. The trollish hostiles moved fast—very fast—bounding in among First Team’s position. Small-arms fire erupted as the Team recognized their danger. One of the green things went down, but the rest surged forward.