War of the Worlds: Goliath Page #4

out there?

Sir... Captain... Your orders!

Incoming!

Captain Wells!

Eric, move!

Get a message to the Leviathan

that we are under attack.

Blue team, this is not a drill.

Full power to heat rays.

Replace paint with live

armaments and fire at will.

Ready when you are, Eric.

Let's blow these monsters

to hell.

DeSalvo! Get out!

Come on, boys, pour it on!

Engaging!

Keep firing!

Yes, sir.

I got him, I got him!

De Wolf! Hold the line!

Jennifer! On your right!

Jennifer, fire up that heat ray!

Now!

Twenty degrees right. Distance five

hundred yards. Elevation ninety feet.

Damn you, die!

Good shooting, Lieutenant.

Maintain fire!

Yes, sir.

My God!

Duncan is down!

Where's Sakai?

Captain. It's red team!

Red team, fire at will.

Let's finish this.

Yes, sir.

Ready when you are, Eric.

Ready when you are.

They're entering our atmosphere.

The invasion has begun Captain.

Congratulations on your

victory, Captain.

We have 57 dead 17 injured.

We lost six Scouts, four Spartans,

six Achilles.

You'll excuse me, sir, if I

don't think of it as a victory.

Was the enemy destroyed?

Yes, sir.

Then it was a victory, Captain.

The aliens are bigger, stronger

and faster than they were.

It's not supposed to be easy.

Why didn't they land in force?

It was a probe to test

our capabilities.

Now they know what they

are fighting.

Sir, we've just gotten word of

landings throughout Europe and Asia,

but the Martians seem to be

concentrating their forces

in North America.

Where?

Montreal, New Orleans.

The largest is in New Mexico.

Our bases in Europe and

Asia will respond.

Take us back to A.R.E.S.

I want a full mobilization.

All leaves are cancelled. All troops

are to report to their units.

Strike forces will be armed,

outfitted and ready to leave

in three hours.

Gentlemen, I believe their little

European war has just been cancelled.

Are we ready, sir?

We better be.

Me thinks your brother has

turned, Sean.

He'll be here.

What'd I tell you?

Where are they?

The Martians are back.

I didn't ask you about the Martians,

brother. I asked about the heat rays.

We're at war, Sean.

Yeah. With the English.

I have no weapons for you.

You're some kinda piss, Paddy!

Don't you get it, bucko?

We'd all rather be dead at the

hands of The Martians

than live under English tyranny.

You've betrayed us.

I betrayed nobody. Sean, this is

bigger than just Ireland.

Goodbye, Sean.

Tell Ma I loved her.

Go, on, shoot the bloody traitor!

Damn, if you're going to be

a woman about it...

Put him in the truck.

Patrick! You're dead to me.

Get those stormcrows in the air now!

I want 24 hour air cover! Let's go!

I want the battlecruisers Repulse

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