When I turn back to the main event, the Baker boat’s already backing away from the dock, its contingent of troops ashore and heading for the reinforced gate I can see ahead of us. I look up. Yep, like I’d expected, it’s absolute fragging chaos up there. There’s less than a dozen Yellowjackets still in the sky, and they’re mixed up real tight. Nobody’s using rockets or missiles, everybody’s in the aerial equivalent of a knife-fight, almost getting close enough to recognize individual pilots before cutting loose with their chain-guns. Doesn’t look like anything important’s going to get settled up there, but I seriously doubt anybody’s going to have a free moment to pound at the ground assault. Which is just the way we planned it.