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The Institute was approaching from another direction, and this made Brotherhood was trapped between them.
The scene change to the Republic forces, as the road north narrowed as they approached Boston Airport.
For the first several kilometers, the landscape had still carried the familiar signs of contested Commonwealth territory: abandoned buildings, overgrown roads, burned-out vehicles, and occasional defensive positions left behind by the Brotherhood.
That changed gradually.
Then all at once.
Sarah noticed the first patrol before her scouts reported it.
A Brotherhood soldier moved between two ruined storefronts roughly three hundred meters ahead. Another figure appeared on a rooftop. Then a third crossed the road and disappeared behind a concrete barrier.
Sarah raised a hand.
The column slowed.
Preston's formation halted farther east, maintaining separation between the two regiments.
Robert was already watching through binoculars.
"There are more than three," he said.
MacCready crouched beside him.
"Six that I can see."
Robert lowered the binoculars.
"And probably twice that behind the buildings."
Sarah looked toward the airport.
The terrain ahead was different.
The Brotherhood wasn't simply occupying territory anymore.
They were guarding something.
"This is their perimeter," she said.
Preston studied the distant ruins through his scope.
"Looks like it."
The radio immediately became busier.
"Sanctuary Actual, Scout Two. Movement on Route Four."
"Cambridge Actual, Scout Seven. Patrol crossing the eastern approach."
"Air One, multiple contacts below. Brotherhood personnel moving between structures."
Sarah listened to the reports arriving one after another.
The Brotherhood had multiplied its patrols.
Roads were watched.
Open ground was watched.
Ruined buildings were watched.
Even the wooded approaches were being monitored.
It was obvious that the Brotherhood knew exactly where the Republic was heading.
Robert pointed toward a collapsed apartment block.
"Checkpoint there."
MacCready nodded toward another position.
"Machine-gun nest behind that wall."
One of the commandos whispered into his radio.
"Possible power armor farther north."
Sarah looked at Preston.
"We're not dealing with isolated patrols anymore."
"No," Preston replied. "We're looking at the outer defense."
Neither commander ordered an immediate attack.
They had learned too much from Brandis to throw themselves into a position simply because it stood in front of them.
Reconnaissance teams moved forward.
Vertibirds climbed higher and began sweeping the area.
Humvees remained dispersed.
Sentinel Tanks waited behind the infantry rather than leading blindly into unknown ground.
Robert and MacCready took their commandos along a narrow strip of ruined buildings between the two main formations.
They were looking for the things ordinary soldiers couldn't easily see.
A radio antenna concealed behind rubble.
A firing slit cut into a wall.
Fresh footprints.
A vehicle track where none should have been.
A Brotherhood patrol disappeared into a warehouse.
Robert marked its position.
"Two squads, possibly three."
MacCready looked farther north.
"Another group moving toward them."
"They're concentrating."
"Because they know we're here."
Sarah received the report seconds later.
"Preston."
"Go ahead."
"They're pulling units toward the western sector."
"I've got movement on the east."
Sarah understood immediately.
The Brotherhood was reacting.
The patrol screen was becoming a defensive army.
"Then let's make them react everywhere."
She gave the order.
The first shots came from the ruins.
A machine gun opened fire.
Rounds struck the road ahead of the Sanctuary formation, forcing the leading infantry to drop behind concrete slabs and overturned vehicles.
Another burst came from a second position.
"Contact!"
Sarah ducked behind a Humvee as bullets struck its side.
"Sentinels forward!"
Two Sentinel Tanks moved into position, their armor absorbing the initial fire.
Infantry spread outward behind them.
Sarah pointed toward the western buildings.
"Don't push straight through. Find the gun."
A scout team moved through the rubble.
The Republic answered with controlled fire.
The battle had begun.
Across the eastern approach, Preston's Cambridge Regiment came under fire almost simultaneously.
Brotherhood troops had prepared the road.
Barricades blocked the most obvious route, while power-armored soldiers occupied positions behind them.
A Brotherhood vehicle appeared from a side street and began unloading troops.
Preston watched through his binoculars.
"That's their reinforcement route."
He turned to his radio operator.
"Tell Third Company to put pressure on the road."
The Cambridge infantry advanced behind cover.
A Sentinel Tank fired.
The barricade erupted in dust and splintered wood.
Brotherhood soldiers scattered.
But more appeared behind them.
The airport was feeding troops into the fight.
The first patrols had not been abandoned.
They were being reinforced.
Sarah realized the same thing at almost exactly the same moment.
"Where are they coming from?"
Her radio operator answered.
"Multiple contacts moving south from the airport perimeter."
Sarah looked north.
The number of Brotherhood positions was increasing.
What had begun as a patrol encounter was becoming a major battle.
Brotherhood commanders were calling their people back from surrounding sectors.
Patrols that had been watching distant roads were now moving toward the fighting.
Checkpoints emptied as soldiers were redirected.
Vehicles rushed between positions.
Power armor appeared among the ruins.
Machine guns shifted toward the Republic's advancing formations.
The entire outer zone seemed to awaken.
Sarah tightened her grip on her rifle.
"They're pulling everyone in."
Preston answered over the radio.
"Then we keep them moving."
Sanctuary forces increased pressure along the western side.
Cambridge units pushed against the eastern defenses.
Neither attack was reckless.
Sarah refused to let her soldiers become compressed against the Brotherhood positions.
Every advance was followed by another security check.
Every vehicle maintained space from the next.
Scouts continued moving along the flanks.
Vertibirds watched the approaches from above.
The memory of Brandis's ambush remained fresh.
Sarah had no intention of giving another Brotherhood commander the opportunity to close a trap around her regiment.
Preston followed the same principle.
"Keep the second company behind the first," he ordered. "I don't want the whole formation committed."
An officer acknowledged.
"Understood."
A Brotherhood counterattack came shortly afterward.
Several power-armored soldiers pushed out from a fortified building with infantry following them.
Their weapons hammered the Republic's forward positions.
A Humvee took several hits and stopped.
Its crew climbed out and dragged themselves behind cover.
A Sentinel Tank rotated its turret.
"Hold."
The tank fired.
The Brotherhood advance stopped.
Republic infantry surged forward while the power armor withdrew behind the building.
At the same time, Robert and MacCready moved through a gap between the formations.
They weren't trying to win the battle themselves.
They were trying to make the Brotherhood's job harder.
Robert spotted a patrol moving toward a threatened position.
"Six men, heading west."
MacCready raised his rifle.
"Want them?"
"Not yet."
They waited.
The Brotherhood patrol crossed an exposed intersection.
Robert radioed another commando team.
"Cut them off from the rear."
The team moved.
A short exchange of fire followed.
The patrol broke apart and withdrew toward cover, no longer able to reinforce the position it had been sent to support.
Robert moved immediately.
"Go."
The commandos disappeared into the ruins.
Elsewhere, MacCready spotted a Brotherhood vehicle attempting to move troops toward the eastern sector.
He fired at the road beside it, forcing the driver to brake.
Republic infantry immediately took advantage of the delay.
The commandos vanished again before the Brotherhood could identify their position.
Their contribution was small compared with the armored formations, but it mattered.
Every delayed squad.
Every exposed route.
Every disrupted movement.
It gave Sarah and Preston another few minutes of pressure.
And those minutes accumulated.
The fighting continued for hours.
Ammunition began disappearing faster than the quartermasters would have liked.
Medics worked continuously behind the forward lines.
Some soldiers returned to the fight after having their wounds treated.
Others were carried farther back.
Radio operators struggled to keep the battlefield map current.
Positions changed too quickly.
"Third Company has reached the warehouse."
"Negative, they've been pushed back."
"Eastern road is open."
"Correction, Brotherhood armor moving into the road."
"Air One reports reinforcements coming from the north."
"Sanctuary Two requesting ammunition."
"Cambridge Four has wounded."
The radio never became quiet.
Sarah moved between command positions, checking maps and reports.
Preston did the same.
Neither had the luxury of watching the battle from one place.
The Brotherhood was still fighting hard.
Their soldiers knew the airport could not be surrendered easily.
Every time Republic troops forced one position backward, another defensive point opened behind it.
Machine guns covered intersections.
Power armor occupied stronger buildings.
Vehicles moved troops between threatened areas.
Heavy weapons fired from deeper positions.
But the Brotherhood was paying for every kilometer.
Their patrols were no longer controlling the outskirts.
They were fighting for them.
Sarah noticed the change first.
A western Brotherhood position had gone quiet.
"Report."
"Enemy withdrawing."
"Pursue?"
Sarah looked at the map.
"No. Secure the ground."
Her officer hesitated.
"But they're falling back."
"I know."
Sarah looked toward the airport.
"That's exactly why we don't chase them blindly."
The same thing happened on Preston's side.
Cambridge forces pushed through another defensive position and found that the Brotherhood had already begun pulling back.
Preston ordered his soldiers to occupy the captured ground.
"Don't outrun the support."
The order passed down the line.
The Republic advanced methodically.
The Brotherhood was losing the outskirts.
But it wasn't collapsing.
Their withdrawal had structure.
Rear elements stayed behind.
They fired, moved, and withdrew again.
Damaged vehicles were abandoned when recovery became impossible.
Wounded soldiers were evacuated where possible.
Power-armored troops covered retreating infantry.
The Brotherhood was buying time.
Robert reported it over the radio.
"They're falling back toward a stronger line."
MacCready added:
"Not running. Regrouping."
Sarah understood.
"Then we stop at the ground we've taken."
Preston agreed.
"Let them go."
The Republic did not need to destroy every Brotherhood soldier in front of them.
It needed to reach the airport.
And now the airport's real defenses were beginning to appear.
The retreating Brotherhood patrols reached the next defensive zone.
There, fresh troops were waiting.
The scattered units merged into the larger force already assembled around Boston Airport.
Officers redirected surviving patrols into new sectors.
Power armor was repositioned.
Machine guns were placed behind reinforced barricades.
Vehicles were moved into protected positions.
Heavy weapons were brought forward.
Soldiers who had fought through the outskirts disappeared into newly assigned defensive units.
Within a relatively short time, the Brotherhood had transformed its retreating screen into another defensive line.
Sarah's scouts reported it.
"Sanctuary Actual, we've reached the next perimeter."
Sarah looked through binoculars.
She could see them.
Rows of barricades.
Fortified ruins.
Machine-gun positions.
Power armor.
Vehicles.
And behind all of it, the deeper defenses of Boston Airport.
Preston arrived at the western edge of the same contested ground.
He stopped beside Sarah.
For several seconds they simply looked ahead.
"This is different," Preston said.
Sarah nodded.
"This is the line."
Behind them, the Republic was establishing its own positions.
Sentinel Tanks moved into firing locations.
Humvees were dispersed behind cover.
Infantry dug shallow defensive positions and established observation points.
Medical stations were organized behind the forward elements.
Ammunition was redistributed.
Fuel was checked.
Vertibirds continued circling overhead.
Robert and MacCready positioned their commandos farther forward, disappearing into ruined structures and concealed observation points.
Their radios remained open.
Robert reported first.
"Additional patrols moving along the northern road."
MacCready followed.
"Fortified route on the east side. Could be a reinforcement corridor."
Sarah acknowledged.
"Keep watching it."
"Already am."
Preston studied the battlefield.
"How many?"
Robert answered after a pause.
"Enough."
Preston gave a quiet laugh.
"That's not a number."
"It's the useful answer."
Sarah smiled faintly despite herself.
Then her expression returned to the battlefield.
The Brotherhood had finally concentrated enough strength to stop them.
The Republic had pushed through the patrol screen.
It had captured the outskirts.
It had forced the Brotherhood back.
But Boston Airport itself remained beyond the new line.
Preston looked toward Sarah.
"We've reached the true outer defenses."
Sarah nodded.
"And now we can't just keep walking forward."
"No."
Across the field, Brotherhood soldiers were reinforcing barricades.
A power-armored figure stood motionless behind a concrete position.
A machine gun crew checked its ammunition.
Vehicles moved behind the defensive line.
The Brotherhood knew what was coming.
And the Republic knew that the next attack would be different from everything before it.
The three settlements behind Sarah and Preston continued supplying the army.
The reinforcements Sico had sent—the additional 250 soldiers, ten Humvees, ten trucks, eight Sentinel Tanks, and twelve Vertibirds had restored the formations enough to bring them this far.
But reaching the airport had consumed ammunition, fuel, vehicles, and lives.
The next step would cost even more.
Somewhere beyond the visible lines, another force was moving toward Boston.
Sarah looked north.
Preston followed her gaze.
Neither knew exactly when the Institute would appear.
Neither knew what it intended to do.
But both understood that time was becoming as important as territory.
The sun began sinking behind the ruined skyline.
Long shadows stretched across the contested ground between the two armies.
Republic soldiers settled into their positions.
Brotherhood soldiers did the same.
Sentinel Tanks stood silent behind their forward lines.
Vertibirds circled above the battlefield, their engines carrying across the evening air.
Commandos disappeared one by one into ruined buildings and wooded patches, preparing to watch the Brotherhood through the night.
Sarah stood beside Preston for a final look across the field.
The airport was close enough now that its significance could be felt.
They had reached it.
But they had not broken it.
Preston exhaled slowly.
"Tomorrow?"
Sarah shook her head.
"Not like this."
He understood.
The battle had answered one question.
The Republic could reach Boston Airport.
It had not answered the harder one.
How to get inside.
Far ahead, behind layers of barricades and fortifications, the Brotherhood waited.
Then early evening settled over the Republic positions without bringing the tension down with it.
The soldiers had dug in, vehicles had been checked, ammunition redistributed, and the wounded moved toward the rear medical stations. Across the contested ground, the Brotherhood defensive line remained illuminated by scattered lamps and muzzle flashes.
Sarah stood inside a temporary command shelter with Preston when the radio operator turned toward them.
"Secure channel is ready."
Sarah nodded.
"Put the President through."
Static crackled.
Then Sico's voice came through.
"Sarah. Preston. Report."
Sarah leaned over the radio.
"Sanctuary Actual. We've secured the outskirts and reached the Brotherhood's main outer defensive line. Their forces have consolidated heavily ahead of us."
Preston continued.
"Cambridge Actual confirms. We can pressure individual sections, but the defensive line is too strong to cross across the entire frontage without taking unnecessary losses."
There was a brief silence.
Sico understood.
"You're telling me you can reach the line, but you need a way through it."
"Yes," Sarah answered. "A deliberate breach. We need to concentrate enough armor and infantry to break one section properly."
Preston added, "If we spread ourselves across the whole perimeter, they can shift reserves faster than we can create an opening."
Sico remained quiet for another moment.
Then his voice returned.
"Hold your present positions."
Sarah glanced at Preston.
"Understood."
"I'm coming to you."
Preston straightened.
"You're coming here personally?"
"Yes."
Sico's tone left no room for argument.
"I'll bring one hundred additional soldiers, six Humvees, two Sentinel Tanks, eight trucks, and six Vertibirds."
Sarah looked toward the map.
"That will give us enough strength to concentrate the attack."
"That's the intention," Sico replied. "Don't attack before I arrive. Use the night to study the line again. I want the breach point chosen before we move."
"Yes, President."
Preston nodded.
"We'll hold."
Sico paused.
"Get some rest if you can."
Sarah almost smiled.
"We'll try."
"Good. I'll see you before midnight."
The transmission ended.
The shelter became quiet again.
Preston looked at Sarah.
"He wasn't asking."
"No," Sarah said. "He wasn't."
Outside, the Republic position continued its quiet preparation.
Far behind the front, at Sanctuary Hills, Sico was already moving.
The order traveled rapidly through the command structure.
One hundred soldiers were pulled from ready formations.
Weapons were inspected.
Ammunition cases were opened and counted.
Medical personnel loaded additional bandages, surgical supplies, blood substitutes, pain medication, and field equipment.
Fuel drums were secured.
Communications equipment was checked and packed.
The six Humvees were brought into the vehicle yard one after another.
Mechanics crawled underneath them, checking suspension, tires, steering assemblies, fuel systems, and engine compartments. Nobody wanted a mechanical failure halfway through the night.
The two Sentinel Tanks received the same attention.
Their crews inspected tracks, weapons systems, power systems, ammunition storage, and communications.
Eight trucks were loaded according to manifest.
Several carried ammunition.
Others carried fuel.
Another carried medical supplies and engineering equipment.
The remaining vehicles were prepared for general logistical support.
Officers moved between them with clipboards and radios, checking names and numbers.
"Truck Three?"
"Loaded."
"Fuel secured?"
"Secured."
"Medical truck?"
"Ready."
"Tank Two?"
"Operational."
Above the base, the six Vertibirds were being prepared.
Crews checked rotors, weapons, fuel, radios, and cargo fittings.
The pilots were given route information and updated maps.
Nobody needed to explain why they were going.
The entire force understood.
The Republic had reached Boston Airport.
And the next attack would be different.
When the convoy finally moved out, it did so without sirens or unnecessary noise.
Headlights were kept controlled where possible.
Vehicles maintained intervals.
The Humvees traveled between the trucks, while the Sentinel Tanks moved toward the center of the column.
Security elements watched the flanks.
The Vertibirds followed overhead, sometimes disappearing into the darkness before reappearing farther ahead.
Inside the vehicles, soldiers spoke quietly.
Some checked their rifles for the third or fourth time.
Others leaned back against ammunition crates and tried to sleep.
A few stared through windows into the darkness.
Nobody joked about the destination.
Everyone knew what waited there.
The convoy passed through the Commonwealth under a black sky.
They moved along broken roads and abandoned highways, through stretches of woodland and ruined neighborhoods.
At several points, the column stopped briefly while scouts checked intersections.
Radio reports passed between vehicles.
"Road clear."
"Movement east. Probably wildlife."
"Checkpoint ahead. Republic."
"Column continuing."
The discipline mattered.
Sico refused to allow the urgency of the coming assault to make the movement careless.
They had already paid too much for mistakes.
Brandis had taught them that.
The ambush had cost soldiers, vehicles, ammunition, and confidence.
The Republic had recovered because Sico had reinforced Sarah and Preston instead of allowing the defeat to become a permanent loss of momentum.
Now those reinforcements were carrying them toward the most important battlefield yet.
Near midnight, the first lights of the forward position appeared.
Sarah was waiting beside a Humvee when the convoy entered the camp.
Preston stood a short distance away.
Sico climbed down from the lead vehicle.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Then Sarah approached.
"Good to see you."
Sico shook her hand.
"Good to see you too."
Preston joined them.
"You made good time."
"We didn't stop unless we had to."
Sico looked past them toward the dark horizon.
"How close?"
"Close enough that you can hear their vehicles when the wind changes."
Sico nodded.
The reinforcements immediately began integrating into the existing deployment.
The one hundred soldiers were divided between Sarah and Preston's formations.
The six Humvees were distributed to reinforce mobile infantry elements.
The two Sentinel Tanks were assigned to the planned assault force.
The eight trucks were moved into protected positions.
Ammunition was unloaded.
Fuel was transferred.
Medical supplies were carried toward the forward aid stations.
The Vertibirds landed briefly, unloaded additional equipment, and then moved to temporary night positions.
Sico did not waste time.
"Where are Robert and MacCready?"
Sarah answered.
"Forward."
"Bring them in."
Several minutes later, the two commandos entered the command shelter.
MacCready looked at Sico.
"Long trip?"
"Long enough."
Robert placed a folded map on the table.
"We found something."
Everyone gathered around.
The temporary command area was barely large enough for all of them.
Maps covered the table.
Reconnaissance photographs were spread over one side.
Radio intercepts were marked with handwritten notes.
Robert placed several photographs beside the main map.
"This is the western section."
He pointed.
"Strong."
Then another.
"Central section is stronger."
MacCready pointed farther east.
"But this section has a problem."
Sarah leaned closer.
"What's wrong with it?"
"The defensive positions overlap," MacCready explained, "but not as well as the others. Their machine guns cover the main approach, but there's a gap between this barricade and the fortified structure behind it."
Preston studied the photograph.
"How wide?"
"Not wide enough to walk through."
Robert looked at him.
"Wide enough to force."
Sico examined the map.
"What about reinforcements?"
"They'll come," Robert said. "That's the problem."
MacCready tapped another marking.
"This road leads behind the position. If they realize what we're doing, they'll move troops down it."
"Can we stop them?"
"Not permanently."
Robert shook his head.
"But we can see them coming."
That changed the discussion.
Sarah looked at the map.
"If we hit here, Sanctuary can approach from the west."
Preston followed the route.
"Cambridge can keep pressure on the eastern side without committing everything."
Sico considered it.
"And the armor?"
"Two Sentinels here," Sarah said, marking the location. "Humvees behind the infantry. We use the tanks to destroy the first barricade and keep moving."
Preston added, "Infantry follows immediately. We don't give them time to rebuild."
Sico looked toward Robert.
"And your people?"
Robert leaned over the map.
"We'll watch the reinforcement routes."
MacCready pointed to the northern road.
"If Brotherhood units start moving toward the breach, we'll know before they arrive."
Robert continued.
"We won't try to stop their entire army. We'll interfere with the pieces that matter. Delay a convoy. Mislead a patrol. Take out a radio team if we find one exposed."
"Good," Sico said.
Sarah looked at the selected position.
"What happens if they reinforce it faster than we expect?"
"Then we commit more," Sico answered.
Preston looked at him.
"All of it?"
"Enough of it."
Sico placed his hand against the map.
"We don't attack this line hoping something happens. Once we begin, we put enough strength into this point to break it."
Sarah nodded slowly.
"And once it's open?"
"We exploit it immediately."
Nobody spoke for several seconds.
They all understood the risk.
Concentrating forces created strength.
It also created vulnerability.
If the attack failed, the Republic would have committed a large portion of its available combat power against one section of the Brotherhood defenses.
But spreading the army thinly would give the Brotherhood exactly what it wanted.
Time to shift reserves.
Time to rebuild.
Time to turn every approach into another killing ground.
Preston finally spoke.
"We've learned what happens when we give them the opportunity to dictate the fight."
Sarah looked at the map.
"Brandis nearly destroyed us because we let him choose the conditions."
Sico nodded.
"This time, we choose."
The meeting ended shortly afterward.
The remaining hours of darkness became a preparation period.
Ammunition points were established behind the forward positions.
The newly arrived Sentinel Tanks were moved into concealed firing locations.
Humvees were repositioned according to the assault plan.
The hundred reinforcements were mixed into existing companies rather than kept as an isolated group.
Medical teams marked evacuation routes.
The eight trucks were organized into ammunition, fuel, medical, and general support roles.
The six Vertibirds received individual assignments.
Some would remain above the battlefield for reconnaissance.
Others would carry troops where needed.
One was designated primarily for casualty evacuation.
The remaining aircraft were prepared for battlefield coordination and combat support.
Robert and MacCready took their commandos forward.
By the time they disappeared into the darkness, nobody could see them.
But their radios remained open.
Sarah stood over the selected breach point one last time.
Preston joined her.
Sico stood beside them.
The three commanders watched the Brotherhood defenses in silence.
Lights moved behind the barricades.
Soldiers changed positions.
A power-armored figure crossed between two structures.
The airport waited beyond them.
Sarah finally spoke.
"Tomorrow, we don't attack the airport."
Sico looked at her.
"We break the door."
Preston nodded.
"And then we go through."
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Dawn came slowly.
The first light barely touched the ruined skyline when the Republic opened fire.
Heavy weapons struck the selected section of the Brotherhood line.
The bombardment was concentrated rather than widespread.
Dust rose from the barricades.
Concrete shattered.
The Brotherhood immediately answered.
Machine guns opened from fortified positions.
Heavy weapons fired toward the Republic's forward lines.
Then the Sentinel Tanks moved.
Their engines roared as they advanced toward the damaged defenses.
Infantry followed behind them.
Humvees moved into supporting positions, carrying soldiers and ammunition forward.
Above, Vertibirds climbed into the morning sky.
"Air One to command. Breach sector visible."
Robert's voice came through another channel.
"Brotherhood reinforcements moving."
Sico immediately responded.
"From where?"
"North road. Two groups. Maybe more."
Sarah turned toward Preston.
"Keep them busy."
Preston understood.
Cambridge forces increased pressure against the neighboring Brotherhood sector.
Not enough to launch another major attack.
Enough to prevent the Brotherhood from stripping it completely.
Inside the airport defenses, Brotherhood officers recognized the plan.
The Republic wasn't attacking everywhere.
It was attacking one place.
That made the objective obvious.
"Reinforce the western sector!"
The order spread.
Power armor moved toward the threatened position.
Machine guns shifted.
Vehicles rushed along the internal roads.
Infantry poured toward the breach.
Robert watched from concealment.
"More coming."
MacCready answered.
"How many?"
"Enough to hurt."
MacCready smiled faintly.
"Then let's make them late."
The commandos moved.
The first Brotherhood reinforcement group never reached the defensive line in formation.
A sudden burst of fire forced them into cover.
A second route was blocked.
A radio operator disappeared from the network.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing that would win the battle alone.
But the reinforcements arrived piecemeal.
And piecemeal was not enough.
The Sentinel Tanks reached the first barricade.
Their weapons fired at close range.
The defensive structure cracked.
Republic infantry surged forward.
Brotherhood soldiers fought from behind the damaged positions.
Power armor stepped into the gap.
A Republic Humvee pulled alongside the infantry and unloaded another squad.
"Move!"
The soldiers rushed forward.
Sarah was on the western command channel.
"Keep pressure on the breach!"
Preston's voice followed from the east.
"Cambridge is holding their reserves."
Sico watched the battlefield through binoculars.
"Don't stop."
The Brotherhood continued feeding troops into the position.
For a time, it seemed as though the line might hold.
Then the first barricade collapsed.
Republic infantry crossed through the opening.
A Sentinel Tank advanced behind them.
Machine-gun fire swept the ruined defenses.
Brotherhood soldiers fell back.
Another defensive emplacement was cleared.
The gap widened.
Sarah heard the report.
"Breach is open."
She immediately answered.
"Push through."
More Republic soldiers entered.
The opening was no longer a damaged barricade.
It was a passage.
The Brotherhood line had been physically broken.
And everyone knew it.
Farther along the perimeter, Brotherhood officers began receiving increasingly frantic reports.
"Western defensive point compromised."
"Republic infantry inside the outer line."
"Armor through the barricades."
"Requesting immediate support."
"Where is the reserve?"
"They're already committed!"
The carefully constructed outer defense was beginning to unravel.
Units that had been ordered to hold their positions were suddenly ordered north.
Others were told to withdraw.
Vehicles attempted to pull back through narrow routes.
Some were abandoned when damaged.
Power-armored soldiers remained behind, firing into the advancing Republic formations to cover their comrades.
The retreat was no longer the measured withdrawal of the previous evening.
This time, the entire outer line was threatened.
The breach had changed the geometry of the battlefield.
Sarah saw it from her position.
Preston saw it from his.
Sico understood it immediately.
The Republic had finally created the opening they had been waiting for.
"Keep moving," Sico ordered.
The Republic surged through.
Behind them, the Sentinel Tanks rolled forward.
Humvees followed.
Infantry poured into the broken defensive zone.
Above, Vertibirds tracked the retreating Brotherhood formations.
Robert's voice came through the radio.
"They're pulling back toward the airport."
MacCready added:
"Multiple units. This is bigger than a local withdrawal."
Sarah looked ahead.
Beyond the broken outer defenses, Boston Airport was no longer merely a distant objective.
It was directly in front of them.
Preston looked at Sico.
"We're through."
Sico watched the Brotherhood retreat toward their deeper positions.
"No," he said quietly.
"We're through the first door."
The fighting continued ahead.
The Brotherhood was retreating.
Not from Boston.
Toward it.
And the Republic was now moving toward the airport through the breach.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint.
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