Next to it was a thin table sitting atop was looked like some of pad wrapped in a thin red light. It was a telescope of some sort and it too was automated, turning from side to side much like the gun, but at a much wider angle, as it swept the waters that led into the port.
Near the gun nest was something else on a bipod, although it could not be called a weapon. They paid it no mind as the one soldier dragged the body farther inside, limp legs leaving a winding trail of displaced dirt.
Just inside, a machinegun darted in their direction and then back again, until it finally settled into its default slow sweep from side to side. It was met with the noise of gunfire and the bass-like rhythm of the artillery and aerial bombardment coming from the city. Below them, where they had just been, the crest of a late-born wave roared as it smashed violently into the rock with an explosion of white spray. It was a quick climb up to the slim, dark mouth of a cave, black shadows quickly engulfing whatever rays of light did manage to penetrate even somewhat into the opening. He turned his head to another soldier, hanging from the cliff just above him and to the right, and then dragged the body up and over his shoulder.
The hand belonged to a soldier clad in black armor. A hand caught the body by the arm before it slid back into the water and slowly pulled it up to safety. It fell off back into the ocean until the current again slammed it against the wall of almost solid rock as it would a limp doll. A floating body was thrown lifelessly into the face of the sharp, jagged cliffs west of Tiwanaku's port and harbor installations.
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