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| Draco | Nov 27 2010, 04:46 AM |
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The Dark Falcons moved quickly through the facility with a squad of soldiers behind them, grabbing every portable document, memory device, and small computer that wasn't bolted down. When necessary, one of the Slaughter Daggers would plug into an access port to download and transmit data to the troops waiting outside. So far, progress had been steady; the USMP had yet to encounter any of the other groups that were infiltrating the facilities from other directions. "Sir, one of our sentry groups is reporting shots fired elsewhere in the facility," one of the foot soldiers reported to Clint. "Any idea who's shooting?" Clint asked, turning away from watching a download in progress. "Negative. All we know is they're using beam weapons," the soldier answered. "I advised them to hold position since we didn't bring any heavy weapons in." "No heavy weapons but us," Clint corrected. "Falcons, we're doing a recon. Dakota, stay here and guard the recovery operation." One of the Launcher-equipped Daggers nodded and raised its beam rifle, watching over the unarmored troops. Clint led Leola and Jimmy down a hallway, marking possible points for recovery as they neared the sentry team that had reported the shooting. "Glad to see you, sir," one of them said. "We don't have enough firepower to deal with a lot of Power Armors." "Just watch our backs," Clint advised. "We won't be long." The three Armors moved slowly down the hall, keeping their scanners on the lookout for other Armors. Jimmy's cannon was held steady with its barrel aimed down the hall, ready to fire at a moment's notice while Clint and Leola prepared for a close-quarters battle. "What happens if we really do run into a huge battle?" Leola asked privately. "Same as always: follow my lead," Clint answered. "I'll figure out who to shoot first." |
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