B-Team

[Adzo]

Hardy Inched round the corner. Staying as low as possible he crept along the wall until he reached a gap, clearly the entrance to the greenhouses enclosure. As he looked round the corner he saw a reptilian infantryman bent over a table in the greenhouse directly in front of him, He could just make out the words "stupid fucking radio" from him. Flynn's attack on their communications seem to have worked. He quickly scanned around him, there were no other signs of enemy activity. He crept behind the infantryman, Holstering his MP7 and transferring his knife to his right hand. His left hand clapped over the reptile's mouth as he Kicked him in the back of the knee with his right foot. As his opponent fell he struck with his knife, delivering three deep wounds to his throat, he ended up knelt over the cooling corpse on the greenhouse floor. He whispered into his radio "Tango down."

[Joel]

Joel pulled a grenade from his vest and hit the primer. He lobbed it over his cover. There was a shout and a explosion, then silence. A helmet and a rifle landed right next to him, at his feet. "Finally" Joel said, taking another drag and picking up the rifle "I can do something with this..." He slowly peered around the corner and saw what was giving him so much trouble. Two machine guns were left sitting, right next to each other. The shrapnel embedded corpses of the enemies lay smoking about five meters off to the right of the guns. He stared, wide-eyed, at the destruction cause by his one grenade. Then he grinned. "This is Joel" he said softly over his radio "Enemy machine guns have been neutralized. Move up at your own discretion."

[EvilTwin]

He whispered into his radio "Tango down."

Hearing this Flynn moved up to meet hardy and checked the corpse.
"Enthusiastic work as ever hardy." he mused.

He lifted an assault rifle and some magazines from the unfortunate trooper, the rifle was nothing special apart from an under-slung grenade launcher, but it beat a sidearm hands down. He quickly turned his attention to the radio on the ground and removed the heavy battery and speaker before cramming the remains in his pack, No radio encryption could survive long if equipment was captured and he could graft a few moving parts on to his comms set later to eavesdrop with.

He loaded the grenade launcher on his rifle and, peeking over the edge of the roof, designated a few loose groups of scalies with his HUD for the others.

"Unless anyone feels that stealth is more important than supporting our ground force, all I can say is let's get loud!"

He took aim on the enemy fire team closest to the others and waited for Hardy and Sandra to get into position.

[Adzo]

Hardy stood up, unslung his Crossbow and loaded a broadhead bolt."yes" he agreed, getting into position, "Time to tactically assist in our comrades advance. In English, time for a duck hunt."

[Joel]

Joel clocked in over his radio "I can hear what you crazy bastards are planning on doing you know." He sighed deeply and took another drag "Fine. I'm in position right now. I will be supporting with grenades and other..uhh... liberated explosives. Waiting on your mark."

[Adzo]

He hastily radioed back to Joel as he took aim. "Try and get off the main street while we keep them back, we can lose them over the rooftops once you guys are out of the line of fire".
He looked round to Flynn and Sandra, "Ready guys?"

[Buzzwolf]

Sandra hissed a warning into the radio "Quiet! radio operators are rarely left on their own! Watch you're back!" she edged around the backside of the wall, circling around to get a view of the other side of the playing field. Crouching next to the building, facing the small greenhouse, and Hardy, was a Scalie. waiting for the right moment with it's SMG to strike, which would be right after Hardy would have fired his crossbow and was at his most vulnerable. he hadn't even noticed her yet. she grinned and slipped up behind him "Barreltap" She whispered in the scalies earhole as she tapped him on the shoulder with the end of her P90. his eyes went wide as he started to spin. three shots rang out and he dropped to the ground with the thud, his SMG clattering off to the side. She had an overly annoyed look as she wiped the scalies blood off her goggles "Every fucking time..." she swung her P90 across the rooftop, checking for any other potential enemies. with it clear she slid up to the door on the side facing the greenhouse, listening if there were any others, then kicked it in in one quick movement...and found only a long stairwell and another locked door at the bottom "Clear" She called, now satisfied they were alone on the roof. she quickly improvised a trap for any scalies that would try to sneak up on them from the stairs using a Grenade and some fishing line "Stairwell is hot!" she closed the shattered remains of the door as best as she could and headed for the edge of the roof where the others already were. her second sight picking up on the markers "Fire when you get your shot" She told them, choosing her mark and waiting for her own shot

[Eian]

Irah was hoping for a moment like this to come soon, it only happened very few times that he could fire his grenade launcher (or use any kind of heavy weapon at that) this freely, and considering the mass of soldiers....it was like a way for god to say "sorry" for crashing their chopper in the heart of hell

as soon as the scalies had moved in close enough to try and repair the MG's that joel had left, Irah said out on his comm "Hope you guys are ready!". He quickly popped out of cover and started shooting, each grenade almost finding it's specific route towards the target as a couple of the reptiles were either dismembered or sent off flying with each blast, more just kept on coming and shooting in Irah's general direction as they noticed the firepower he had.

-Click- "shit..." He had ran out of grenades, he had to reload, but now the Scalie's Aggro was all over him, they forgot completely about his teammates and just focused on that white cat who just killed/maimed their buddies
he quickly ran out of the small place he was taking cover from to try and get to safer ground, sliding behind an old, exploded truck wich was good enough for the moment. Bullets passed through the metal sometimes, almost hitting Irah as he was reloading his grenade launcher "Guys, they seem to have gotten a liking to me here!" he said in a nervous voice as he loaded a new grenade into the chamber "Might want to shoot them now that they're too worried with murdering the crap out of me!" he took a look through the openings of the destroyed vehicle to blindfire another grenade, with no real good result other than to piss them off more

[Joel]

Joel peered over cover "Shit." he muttered. He saw that Irah was heavily pinned down. He knew that he could shift that aggression towards him, but didn't really want to draw all the attention. "Well, here goes nothing!" He primed a belt of grenades, pulling out all the pins and then throwing it at the enemy. He then kept throwing grenades from his cover "This should give you some breathing room!" He called in over his radio.

[EvilTwin]

Flynn remained silent as he picked his targets, a small group were moving up to support the team getting shelled by Joel and Irah.
He waited until they were almost together before launching a grenade into the middle of them before opening fire on individual targets, starting with what remained of the group pinning Irah.
He was picking off as many targets as he could while they weren't in cover and even scored a particularly messy headshot as he worked along the street away from the team.

"keep pushing them back guys!"

from the roof top he saw a clear alley leading off the street to the other side of the building he was standing on. It would have been suicide with those machine guns but if once that emplacement was clear the ground team could use it to make a clear getaway. He marked it for the others an kept firing.

"Ground team, if we can hold the reptilian renegades back far enough you can get away without anyone seeing you."

[Adzo]

Hardy focused on the dregs of the group harassing Irah. His bolts picking off the stragglers from Irah, Flynn and Joel's explosive assault.

[Eian]

Irah kept popping in and out of cover, shooting grenades and dodging the incoming fire as much as he could, he had to keep running from piece to piece of cover, as the reptiles had tremendous firepower and surpringly good tactics for a group of rebels

he shot one of the MG placements, destroying the cover and killing the reptile there, as he noticed the reptiles moving back, he tried to shoot again, only to find his grenade launcher out of ammo, and his vest lacking of anymore for him to use "god dammit..." he muttered to himself "Always at the BEST bloddy times" he ran forward, risking his position in a way that any commander would have kicked him in the head for and slid under what was left of the MG placement, trying to unscrew the half-spent MG (rusty and badly taken care of at that, but with a nice red dot sight on the top). pulling the bolt to load a new bullet he talked through the comm "Keep up the fire, these scalies are pulling back!"

[EvilTwin]

"Keep up the fire, these scalies are pulling back!"

Flynn continued to pick off scalies to keep the street clear when he heard the ominous click every soldier dreads.

"Reloading!" he yelled.

He frantically ejected the magazine and loaded a spare, struggling slightly with the strange gun. Looking back downrange he saw reptile moving up to target irah has he heaved the MG loose. He took aim and put a burst into it's chest.

"Watch your back Irah."

[Popolo]

A loud crack issued from the upstairs window of the building Vasiliev was next to: the tell-tale blast of a high caliber rifle.
He entered the building, and looked around, horrified at what he saw. Blood was everywhere. A whole group of reptilian soldiers had been beaten to death and had apparently, judging from the smears on the walls, been lifted off their feet and thrown. Nikolai clenched his nose and walked up the staircase at the other side of the room. His personal safety had to wait, he couldn't allow his men to be put down by a sniper.

He slowly climbed the stairs until he reached the second floor, which hadn't be used until this point, judging from the dust in the air. Vasiliev couldn't see anything at all, except for the faint outlines of a bed and an dresser. Another shot issued from the room, followed by the voice of a man.

"Five!"

Vasiliev called out, "Who's there! Show your face!" and began to fire into the dust.

"Easy now, soldier," the voice replied, "We're helping you!"

"I doubt it. Everyone's been recalled. Tell me who you are."

"You're in no position to bargain. Besides we can't tell you now."

"We?"

"I'm here. You have to leave now. Our captain will contact you later," a second voice chimed in.

"I'm not leaving until you identify yourself!"

"I was afraid you'd say that. Cristof! What did Nova say to do if this happened?" the first voice said.

"SHOW HIM OUT." a third, booming voice said, as the dresser began to move.

Or rather, it was a man. About eight feet tall and two feet wide, the monstrous man had appeared to be a piece of furniture.
Nikolai almost got a look at his face when the huge man picked him up and threw him out the window, across the street, and on to the rooftop behind his men.

"Oh my god..." Nikolai said, as his vision started to go bad.

***

"Dammit! Cristof! What the hell was that?"
"I JUST REMOVED HIM."
"Not everyone is a invincible as you, Cristof."

"Six!"

***

[Adzo]

"What the fuck was that!", shouted Hardy as he turned to face the almighty crash behind him. He dropped his crossbow and drew his sidearm from his hip and knife number three from the left side of his belt before advancing on the figure sprawled behind them, scanning all around for other potential assailants as he did so. As he came closer he recognised the figure as Vasiliev, "Sir?" he said, "What the hell just happened?". He approached Vasiliev and checked him for any obvious injuries. Apart from the pre-existing shoulder wound, which still needed dressed, he was In as good condition as could be hoped for under the circumstances and seemed to be conscious.
"It just has to be the medic that gets fucking hit", He muttered. He radioed to the rest of the team, "Don't ask me how but I got Vasiliev up here, He's alive but not fighting fit.I can't leave him with a hole this size after this long, I'll patch him up as best as I can and get back to the fight ASAP."
He knelt over his commanding officer, un-clipping a field medical kit from his belt.
"Sir, can you hear me?", he asked, gently rolling him onto his back. "I'm going to plug this hole and we're going to get out of here."