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Starter Two: Resolute Alternate HAARP
"Beachhead? You copy?" Stalker's voice rang over the COMMs. "Affirmative. Ya'll comin' out?" The Sergeant Major half turned to face the entrance of the air ducts leading into and out of the research facility where his teammate had disappeared after two more started the 'front door' approach. It had been much easier that way considering all the noise and chaos the Marines had been making, leaving the two Rangers plenty of opportunity to sneak in unnoticed. The commander of the little rescue unit had been starting to grow concerns that something had gone wrong when things began to drag out. "Roger that. Sending the ladies out first if it's safe." Beachhead didn't respond immediately. His chocolate hues were already searching the immediate and even the distant areas surrounding the facility. Any sign of the enemy was not taken lightly, nor was it ignored. Thus far, no sign of anyone or anything man or beast moving around. "All clear, Stalker. Send 'em one by one... Jus' in case." he finally responded. "Copy." the darker skinned male answered. The Alabama native returned to his post with all focus on the perimeter. His head was almost constantly turning and his eyes darting from side to side to ensure he missed nothing. Every hair on his body was on end, picking up even the slightest change in the air. What he wouldn't give to have had Snake-Eyes come along... Rifle recoil echoed in the distance, jerking his attention from the forefront to the right flank. A bullet struck the concrete beside his right boot, then ricocheted to narrowly miss the end of his nose. Even with the near death coming as a shock, his attention rebounded quickly and followed the direction of the shot. He caught a glimpse of the sniper attempting to duck back into cover. The grey shaded uniform and explosive utility belt suggested it all. "Hold up! Hold up! The firebug 's out 'ere!" the drill instructor bellowed. "Firefly?! F***ing hell! You got this, Beach?" Stalker retorted in discomfort and annoyance. "Damn right! Jus' keep those civvies in cover 'til I tell you otherwise!" "Roger! Watch yourself." Beachhead snorted to himself, though the concern was appreciated. He wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of taking on the Explosives expert either, but the civilian hostages they'd just rescued were priority at the moment. Sacrifices must be made. Another gunshot rang through the air and drew the Ranger's attention once more. This time, however, the bullet drew blood. The shot punched a hole through Beachhead's left shoulder, throwing him halfway back around and against the outer side wall of the building. The Ranger didn't make a sound, but it stunned him for a few seconds. "The next one will hit your head, Joe!" Firefly's voice called out from the tree-line. The Sergeant Major half grinned in amusement under his balaclava. "Ha! F***in' try it! I'll shove yer IED up yer ass first!"
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