Their radios squak with call signs and messages. Casualites, units not responding, positions being lost, and "Tangos" advancing from all sides.

Godmother checks the ground floor and can't make out what the Bradley is shooting at.

When he gets back to the basement, he hears the command radio, the one with long range broadcasting, the one with wires and antenna running to the roof.

It's a mixture of officers missing, an office or two having deserted or deserting, officers stating they are surrendering, and orders from the main CO to retreat. Not to fall back, but to retreat.

"This is Garand Actual," a voice says. "On behalf of the chain of command, emergency command has fallen upon The Network."

"Colonel," the voice continued. "Your transmissions and notes have been located. You aren't properly motivated to defend our way of life. Only you can walk away from this with a surrender. Coward."

There was the garbled and distorted transmission of someone else. Single words that were curses or threats crept through the static.

One of the national guardsmen got on the line. "Out coming, out coming. Hit the dirt." He ducked into some rubble.

Then there was a loud explosion.

"Is... That smoke coming from the TAK? Blue on blue dud."

"Colonel Martinez," the Garand voice said. "You are acting command for this region. You will be forwarded the C5 systems you need now. Hold the position as long as possible, you will be reinforced by reconstituted mechanically enhanced veterans and Canadian shock infantry."

"I repeat. Hold the position. We will no longer be led by the uneducated and the ignorant."

"What other assets are available to me?" The... Possibly the Colonel and new CO said.

"There is considerable jamming," Garand said. "We will push drones and long range precision fires as they are available."