Sent to find the survivors of a crash landing on an unexplored planet, a company of Union Marines and medics are trapped on a hellish world of enigmatic ruins, where they find themselves hunted by an unknown enemy. But when space and time begin to warp, weapons and equipment vanish, and strange, murderous creatures haunt the Marines' every move, a simple rescue mission becomes a desperate death march...
OPERATION SIERRA-75
DEATH OVER HIS SHOULDER
Decker took three more swallows before returning the canteen to the carrier. With a satisfied sigh, he reached down to retrieve his Pitbull. The weapon was gone. He knelt down, searching the dusty bottom of the shallow foxhole with his starlight viewer. The assault rifle was nowhere to be found.
A strange sensation prickled along the back of Decker's neck. Fear gripped his belly. Slowly he turned his head. There, perched on the rim of the foxhole, was a Masher. The thing squatting above him had a filthy hide that bore many scars. An arching row of bolt heads followed the line of the creature's ridged eyebrows, looking like a rounded M of metallic warpaint across its forehead. Even more horrible than the monster's disfigurement was the fact that it held Decker's Pitbull in its massive hands...