"We got choppers on the scope, sir. Bull Pup says he’s picking up some heavy motor sounds coming in on the ground, approaching from the south-southeast." The voice came in clearly over the receiver implanted in Hampton's mastoid bone. Roman Nose was already issuing orders over the unit’s command frequency. Hampton drained the last of the kaf and picked up the new Fabrique National assault rifle that had been standard-issue with the unit since yesterday. He hefted the weapon thoughtfully. His mercenaries had reacted like kids at Christmas when he’d turned them loose in Geyser's warehouse. He just hoped the bill for this load of hardware wasn’t going to be ruinously high.